Bo Burnham - Untitled [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Here he is, our little bundle of joy
We did it, honey, it's a baby boy
We'll love him and raise him 'til he finally leaves us
What should we name him?
How about Adolf? Little Adolf

He's growin' up like little boys do
He's grown a mustache and he's only two
He's a pyrotechnic and he loves to play with knives
And our little buddy gives the weirdest high fives
Little Adolf. Little Adolf. Little Adolf. Little Adolf

He's a dictator tot. Dictator tot

He get's a little bit angry, but he's smart as hell
And who taught him how to speak German so well?
He doesn't like milk, soda hurts his head
I tried to give him juice this is what he said:
-(German Accent) I hate juice

-Ok, Hitler, please drink your juice. I'm tired I want to go to bed

-(German Accent) Just you know what? Get the juice out of here. Out of this house, out of this country. Now

-Hitler, get the ju-what do you want me to do with-?

-(German Accent)Put the juice in camps and separate them

-Separate juice? Hitler, what do you want me to do? Like separate them by flavor, by, like, concentration?

-(German Accent) Concentration...Ooh

Little Adolf. He's a dictator tot