Dear diary, dear diary I'm writing these lines The first of September nineteen thirty-nine Had lunch with Eva Went to the zoo And oh, by the way, started World War Two A good day, la la la Und so to bed Dear diary, dear diary Another day gone Went bowling with Goering and watered the lawn Went to the opera, went to a dance Bombed London, bombed Coventry Rolled across France A good day, la la la Und so to bed Dear diary, dear diary To Moscow we go The children all tell me that we shall have snow The hills will be covered, the children will play We're sure to take Stalingrad most any day A good day, la la la Und so to bed Dear diary, dear diary The hour is late The Russians are bombing the Chancellery Gate The rate things are going they're sure to break in Hello Buenos Aires, auf wiedersehen Berlin A good day, ta ta ta Und so to bed Guten nacht