Joe Stalin was the son
of all our glory.
All our glory.
We loved and lauded him
with words sublime.
Words sublime.
But now they tell us he was vile and gory.
Vile and gory.
And indulged in every type
of vice and crime.
Vice and crime.
Our attitude we change
with strict obedience
When the party line declares
it must be done
Taking one consideration with another
A comrade's lot is not a happy one
Ah, when our communistic duty's
to be done, to be done,
a comrade's lot is not a happy one,
happy one.
When the workman feels secure
in his employment, his employment,
His ears are tightly closed
to every plea, every plea.
He listens not to all our provocation,
provocation.
And spurns the role conferred
by history, history.
The class war has no place
in his affection, his affection.
He won't revolt, as Marx said,
must be done, must be done.
Taking one consideration with another,
with another.
A comrade's lot is not
a happy one, ah,
When our agitation duty's to be done,
to be done,
A comrade's lot is not a happy one,
happy one.
Oh, it's plain to see the boss
has got his problems
Got his problems
We'd have no jobs
without his careful plans
Careful plans
His capacity for winning our affection
Our affection
Is just as great as any working man's
Working men's all feeling
we with difficulty
smother culties mother when our
Communistic duties to be
done to be done
taking one consideration with
another with another
Our comrades lot is not a happy one
When our liquidation duties to
be done to be done
He's not the handy one
The handy one