Two Little Hitlers Todd Rundgren

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
I'll face the music, I'll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and checkered slacks
Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits
Bobbing and squinting just like a nitwit

[Chorus]
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one's will
I will return, I will not burn

[Verse 2]
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