When I was growing up this was popular
Whistle while you work
Hitler is a jerk
Mussolini bit his weenie
Now it doesn’t work
I’ll bet you guys can come up with something having to do with current events.
“Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition,
Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition,
Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition,
And we’ll all stay free!”
(I think that’s World War II?)
Flying low in Afganistan!
Terrorists hiding in the sand!
Pickle my load and watch it land!
Napalm sticks to kids!
This is part of a song by the great composer/lyricist Frank Loesser, who also wrote Guys and Dolls and Most Happy Fella.
Blitzkrieg Baby, by Una Mae Carlisle.
This was popular in the RSVN during Xmas, 1968, but this is all I can recall. Some of the older Dopers may remember more.
Jingle bells and mortar shells
and VC in the grass
so take your merry Christmas
and shove it up your ass…
Okay, we used to sing this in elementry school
Hitler has only got one ball
Goering has two but they are small
Himmler is something similer
And poor old Goebels has no balls
At all!
(zoogirl looks around furtively, hoping no one from church is in here!) 
These ones are much older than me.
It’s a long way to Tipperary
It’s a long way to go
It’s a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know
Goodbye Picadilly
So long Leicester Square
It’s a long way to Tipperary
But my heart lies there.
Keep the home fires burning
Though your hearts are yearning
Turn the dark clouds inside out
Till the boys come home…
I saw a peaceful old valley
With a carpet of corn for a floor
Doo doo doo dum dum doo DUM dum doo doo
This is worth fighing for…
Mademoiselle from Armitiers
Parlez-vous?..
Annie get your gun
Take it on the run…
Over there.
Over there.
Send the word, send the word, over there.
Cuz the boys ae coming
The boys are coming
There drums rum-tumming in the air
So beware
Say a prayer
With the boys, with the boys, over there.
We’re coming over, we’re coming over
And we won’t be back til it’s over over there.
Good Morning Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip
With your hair cut just as short as mine.
Good Morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip
Yer surely looking fine
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
If the camels don’t get us the Fatimas must
Good Morning, Mr. Zip Zip Zip
With your hair cut just as short as mine.