How I wished my folks were gracious hosts

And not dismayed

But wit and wisdom take a back seat, girl

When you're that afraid

Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill

My word, they can't forget, they never will

They can hear the stormtroops on our lawn

When I show her in

And the Fuehrer is alive and well

In our panelled den ...

Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill

My word, they can't forget that war, what a war!



CHORUS:

My word, she's from Germany

Well, it's the same old country

But the people have changed

My word, Germany

With its splendid castles and fine cuisine



Well, the car I drive is parked outside

It's German-made

They resent that less than the people

Who are German-made

Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill

My word, they can't forget that war

What a war, some war!



CHORUS



Its lovely German women and its wonderful rivers

That do flow from her hills



CHORUS



Its lovely German women and ...

You and me!



Note: One of the most peculiar songs to flow from Ron Mael's pen,

"The American Kinks meet Spike Milligan"! Russell Mael manages a well-nigh perfect rendering of the Arnie-accent, so perhaps I should be submitting these lyrics to Governor Schwarzenegger instead ;-)