For Christ's sake. Don't write that down!
Office of the Minister of Propaganda
states that Jesus was the bastard
son of a Jewish female named Mary.
There we have it. The orders are clear.
Our advancing troops will pull down
the crosses on every steeple and
the crucifixes in every damn church
we pass along the route to Paris.
We've only just crossed the border.
French air units are strafing us,
Muddy roads slow us at every turn.
And already, central command dares
call Paris, the Berlin of the West!
The old man, Hitler, is in a rage!
The word is that he'll never marry.
The Fuhrer claims he is already
married to the German Nation!
The last war left him with one nut!
Well my dear Adjutant, I have two
testicles in good working order
and I plan to put them to blessed
use once we reach that City of
Light and cognac on the Seine.