Letras
I fight for the land
I fight oversea
For baby-poops-his-pants
Right there in front of me
The poop in hand for fatherland
Il Duce, Il Duce
Go smell your farts and pray
Eat your boogers, your slime
You can also get mine
Like a bag of poop, magnificent and free
You are farting, farting in the men's lavatory
You're a poop, we are young
Eat caca, big baby, eat caca, we are strong
He poops on the land
He poops oversea
Big-baby-poops-his-pants
He's just doo-doo to me
Farewell, Mussolini
Ciao, Il Duce