Now many songs are written 
 Of warriors here and there 
 Of slant-eyed [bad word] And Hitler saps 
 Who rave and tear their hair 
 The Axis camps are mourning 
 They lost their favorite clown 
 When Mussolini laid his pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 He bellowed here, he bellowed there 
 He [bad word] 'round the old town square 
 But when our bombers fill the air 
 He lays his pistol down, down 
 Laid his pistol down

 He looks so high and mighty 
 Makin' speeches bold 
 Way up there on the balcony 
 Think of the lies he told 
 He [bad word] once too often 
 When our boys came to town 
 Oh, when Mussolini laid his pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 When things got tough he quit the fight 
 And pulled the back door sneak at night 
 As soon as he was out of sight 
 He laid his pistol down, down 
 Laid his pistol down

 Now I could tell for hours 
 Of dirty things he's done 
 But history will tell the tale 
 Of how that [bad word] 
 He lit out down the mountain 
 Our boys [bad word]  'round 
 Ol' fatso laid his packin' pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 Laid his pistol down 
 His empire fell down with a bang 
 He left his Fascist pals to hang 
 He ran out on the whole sh'bang 
 And laid his pistol down, down 
 Laid his pistol down