Two Little Hitlers Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Elvis Costello - Two Little Hitlers 

Why are we racing to be so old? 

I'm up late pacing the floor 

I won't be told 

You have your reservations 

I'm bought and sold 

I'll face the music 

I'll 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 

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Two little Hitlers will fight it out until 

One little Hitler does the other one's will 

I will return 

I will not burn 

Down in the basement 

I need my head examined 

I need my eyes excited 

I'd like to join the party 

But I was not invited 

You make a member of me 

I'll be delighted 

I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown 

Dirty words for dirty minds 

Written in a toilet town 

Photos 

Dial me a Valentine 

She's a smooth operator 

It's all so calculated 

She's got a calculator 

She's my soft touch typewriter 

And I'm 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 I'd let you down, dear 

But you were just deflating 

I knew right from the start 

We'd end up hating 

Pictures of the merchandise 

Plastered on the wall 

We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all 

You say you'll never know him 

He's an unnatural man 

He doesn't want your pleasure 

He wants as no one can 

He wants to know the names of 

All those he's better than 

(Chorus) 

I will return 

I will not burn 

(repeats)