They're punctual, precise, and never smile

They file their socks and march in style

They build a wall, then build it twice

Efficiency is their device

They drink their beer in measured sips

Then drive their cars like battleships

They follow rules like sacred text

And plan their holidays till next next next

The Germans are coming, better clean your room

They’ll judge your chaos and your vacuum

With sandals, socks, and silent rage

They'll conquer comfort, page by page

The Germans are coming, don’t be late!

They’re five weeks early — isn’t that great?

They grill with fire, rain or snow

And bring their chairs where’er they go

Their humor’s dry, like day-old toast

But give them rules — they’ll love you most

They alphabetize their thoughts at night

And argue grammar just for spite

Don’t cut the cake unevenly…

They’ll call a meeting! Form a committee!

The Germans are coming, with bread and jam

Prepared for war or traffic jam

With maps, umbrellas, travel boots

And 16 forms for buying fruits

The Germans are coming — ja, it’s true

And now they’re organizing you!

So raise a beer and shout “Prost!” loud

They’ll fix the world — and stay proud

They’re early, odd, and slightly stern…

But damn, they make a train return!