What the Boss Likes – When That Man Is Dead and Gone

an article about the song: https://www.unchartedblue.com/irving-berlins-long-forgotten-anti-hitler-song-strikes-the-right-chord-for-our-troubled-times/

and an older version:

When that man is dead and gone
When that man is dead and gone
We’ll go dancing down the street
Kissing everyone we meet
When that man is dead and gone

What a day to wake up on
What a way to greet the dawn
Some fine day the news’ll flash
Satan with a small moustache
Is asleep beneath the lawn
When that man is dead and gone

Satan! Satan!
Thought up a plan
Dressed as a man
Walking the earth
And since he began
The world is hell for you and me
But what a heaven it will be

When that man is dead and gone
When that man is dead and gone
When they lay him twelve feet deep
I’ll be there to laugh not weep
When that man is dead and gone

What a day to wake up on
What a way to greet the dawn
Satan’ll take him by the hand
To meet old Goering’s Luftwaffe band
When that man is dead and gone

When that man is dead and gone
Some fine day the news’ll flash
Satan with a small moustache
Is asleep beneath the lawn
When that man is dead and gone
What a day to wake up on
What a way to greet the dawn
When a certain man is dead and gone

and a quick rewrite:

When that man is dead and gone
When that man is dead and gone
We’ll go dancing down the street
Kissing everyone we meet
When that man is dead and gone

What a day to wake up on
What a way to greet the dawn
Some fine day the news’ll flash
Nothing but rapist trash
Is asleep beneath the lawn
When that man is dead and gone

Satan! Satan!
Thought up a plan
Dressed as a man
Walking the earth
And since he began
The world is hell for you and me
But what a heaven it will be

When that man is dead and gone
When that man is dead and gone
When they lay him twelve feet deep
I’ll be there to laugh not weep
When that man is dead and gone

What a day to wake up on
What a way to greet the dawn
Satan’ll take him by the hand
To take old daddy’s hand
When that man is dead and gone

When that man is dead and gone
Some fine day the news’ll flash
Satan with a small moustache
Is asleep beneath the lawn
When that man is dead and gone
What a day to wake up on

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