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