II Duce

We make this wide encircling movement in the Mediterranean, having for its primary object the recovery of the command of that vital sea, but also having for its object the exposure of the underbelly of the Axis, especially Italy, to heavy attack

Mussolini loved a woman

She’d undress him

At the point of a gun

But she fell for

A French vibrator

A ticket to Marseille

And she was gone

Il Duce get a hold of yourself

Il Duce let’s see those baby blues

Il Duce I can’t understand

He looks just like another man

He looks just like another

In Naples Vino was flowing

Linguini

And garlic in the air

Tough Cannoli

Sad and lonely

His woman is gone

The world doesn’t care

Il Duce get a hold of yourself

Il Duce let’s see those baby blues

Il Duce I can’t understand

He looks just like another man

He looks just like another

He could have had Ethiopia

He could have had Albania

If he kept his mind on his work

He could have had Romania

But that’s not what he wanted

Nope that’s not what he wanted

Ah somewhere mothers are singing

Somewhere children jump and shout

But there is no joy in Sicily

Cause the great Il Duce has struck out

The great Il Duce has struck out

Il Duce get a hold of yourself

Il Duce let’s see those baby blues

Il Duce I can’t understand

You look just like another man

You look just like another man

He looks just like another man

He looks just like another