She will roll in high right through old Berlin town,
Her grim old sides a-shakin’ and her innerds raisin’ hob,
Intent on runnin’ Kaiser William down.
Then she’ll find him and we’ll bind him to her grindin’, tearin’ treads,
And we’ll start her rollin’ on the road to hell,
Shove her into high and leave her, tie her bloomin’ throttle down—
We’ll say she’s lived her life and lived it well.
Oh, you tank! tank! tank!
She’s a devil! She’s a dandy! She’s sublime!
When her grimy hide goes hurlin’ through the dirty streets of Berlin,