Two Little Hitlers — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Why are we racing to be so old?

Im up late pacing the floor

I wont be told

You have your reservations

Im bought and sold



Ill face the music

Ill face the facts

Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks



Bowing and squawking

Running after titbits

Bobbing and squinting

Just like a nitwit



Two little hitlers will fight it out until

One little hitler does the other ones will

I will return

I will not burn

Down in the basement



I need my head examined

I need my eyes excited

Id like to join the party

But I was not invited

You make a member of me

Ill be delighted



I wouldnt cry for lost souls, you might drown

Dirty words for dirty minds

Written in a toilet town



Dial me a valentine

Shes a smooth operator

Its all so calculated

Shes got a calculator

Shes my soft touch typewriter

And Im the great dictator



(chorus)



A simple game of self-respect

You flick a switch and the world goes off

Nobody jumps as you expect

I would have thought you would have had enough by now



You call selective dating

For some effective mating

I thought Id let you down, dear

But you were just deflating



I knew right from the start

Wed end up hating

Pictures of the merchandise

Plastered on the wall

We can look so long as we dont have to talk at all



You say youll never know him

Hes an unnatural man

He doesnt want your pleasure

He wants as no one can

He wants to know the names of

All those hes better than



(chorus)



I will return

I will not burn

(repeats)