Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree

How bent your branches seem to be

Nineteen twenty-one and all's well

Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell

One bullet straight through the heart

Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today

Cracked old masters up against the wall

Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all

Housepainter, housepainter

Hanging your swastika wallpaper

Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words

Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah