Grandpa Was A Sturmfuhrer

Going through grandpa's garbage, to see what I could find. 
I find a bunch of goodies, from 1945. 
I see all those items, from the good old days. 
His metals in his hands, and his uniforms all gray! 

Chorus: 
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 

In an SS Panzer unit grandpa rolled with pride. 
Cleansing Bolshevics from the Russian country side! 
Every red commie [bad word] that stood in his way. 
Hey would shoot them down, day after day! 

(Chorus) 

Today I smile when I see his uniform. 
I know it's battle tested, I know it's battle worn! 
Death Head on his hat, gleams in my eyes! 
Hail! to your grandpa, now your grandpa's by your side! 

I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 

Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. 
Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS.