"The Great Germanic Phallobomb Parade"

Verse 1:
Here comes the GERMAN Phallobomb, a rocket made of Germanic Might,
Blasting through the Polish tulip fields with ridiculous ease.
It’s bigger than a schnitzel, more twisted than a pretzel,
A missile of pure nonsense, with a curious mettle!

Chorus:
Boom-boom, zip-zap, the Phallobomb flies,
Penetrating absurdity right through the skies.
No fortress too small, no cabbage too stout,
The Phallobomb’s coming — there’s no way out!

Verse 2:
It dances with a feather, it whistles like a goat,
Leaves a trail of sauerkraut wherever it floats.
It’s part thunder, part trombone, part love and part war,
A legend in lederhosen, the absurdity czar!

Chorus:
Boom-boom, zip-zap, the Phallobomb flies,
Penetrating absurdity right through the skies.
No fortress too small, no cabbage too stout,
The Phallobomb’s coming — there’s no way out!

Bridge:
Oh, villagers hide your socks and your silly hats,
The bomb’s got a fever and it’s chasing cats.
It’ll tangle your noodles, it’ll jump in your stew,
The Great Phallobomb’s coming — and it’s coming for you!

Final Chorus:
Boom-boom, zip-zap, the Phallobomb flies,
Penetrating absurdity right through the skies.
No fortress too small, no cabbage too stout,
The Phallobomb’s coming — there’s no way out!