Her name was Eva, she was a model
With Aryan features and blond hair and taste in clothes beyond compare
She would mazurka and dance the polka
And while she entertained the men, Albert always cutted in
Burning up the floor, the S.S. begged for more
They were posin' in their lederhosen
That's what they wore.

At the Burghof in Berchtesgaden
The coolest spot high in the mountains
At the Burghof in Berchtesgaden
Prancin' and goose step was always a new step
At the Burghof - high up above.

His name was Adolf, he wore a moustache
As he got back from his Wolf's Lair he saw Eva dancin' there
As they were waltzing he swaggered over
And with his magic dancing feet he was farting to the beat
And then the air grew rank, and the whole Burghof stank
And then the men all fell into a swoon
As they danced alone.

At the Burghof in Berchtesgaden
The grooviest hangout in Deutschland
At the Burghof in Berchtesgaden
Rooms full of champagne, no reason to complain
At the Burghof - they fell in love.

(Burghof, in Berchtesgaden)
(Burghof in Berchtesgaden) (In Berchtesgaden - blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Ya never pay attention to me, ya big dictator!)
(Talking Teutonic, so cacophonic)
(Music and champagne - no need to complain)

His name was Adolf, he was the Fuehrer
That was a long time in the past when he thought the Reich would last
Now he's with Eva, they're in Valhalla
In the Burghof in the sky, many virgins standing by
Myrads of pretty maids - would heroes go unpaid?
They're no longer mortals now they're in their glory
Valhalla instead.

Now there's no Burghof in Berchtesgaden
A quiet spot high on the mountain
No more Burghof in Berchtesgaden
Music and passion no longer the fashion
On the mountain - no one's in love.