Two Little Hitlers Lyrics - Todd Rundgren

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 squatting, running after tidbits 

Bobbing and squinting just like a nit wit 

Two little hitlers will fight it out until 

One little hitler does the other one's will 

I will return, I will not burn 

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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 

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 

A simple game of self respect 

You flick the switch and the world goes out 

Nobody jumps as you expect 

I would have thought you would have had enough by now 

Photos 

You call selective dating for some effective mating 

I thought I'd let you down dear, but you were just deflated 

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 not a natural 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