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PRIVATE ENTERPRISE FOREVER

  (Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

We've built this mighty nation with
  our enterprising cash,
We've all become accustomed to a
  periodic crash,
So you mustn't be alarmed if things
  seem to go to smash,
For Profits must prevail.

CHORUS:
Private enterprise forever,
Private enterprise forever,
Private enterprise forever,
For Profits must prevail.

Communistic, socialistic, anarchistic
  blah,
Revolution, insurrection, strikes,
  et cetera,
We'll all join together in a long
  and loud "Bushwa",
For profits must prevail.

CHORUS:

We've organized the N.A.M., the
  Junior C. of C.,
Our lobbyists are hard at work in
  Washington, D.C.,
To preserve Congressional confidence
  in a free economy,
For profits must prevail.

CHORUS:

Our workers strike and organize and
  call us dirty names,
If their wives and kids are starving,
  we'll admit it's a shame.
We wish that they would understand
  that we are not to blame,
For Profits must prevail.

CHORUS:
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JOE MCCARTHY'S BAND

Oh, my name is Joe McCarthy, I'm the
   leader of the band;
Republicans were worried, till I
   took the witness stand;
We had no red-hot issues, for the
   coming fall campaign,
But when I shouted "COMMUNIST", the
   Old Guard hopped the train.

CHORUS:
Oh, Wherry yowled and Bridges howls,
   and Jenner joins the squawkin';
McCarthy leads the orchestra, while
   Mundt says, "Keep on talkin'."
Hickenlooper tootles the flute, when
   Lattimore takes the stand;
The sourest note in Washington is
   Joe McCarthy's band.
Tootle-de-do, try and sue,
Tootle-de-do, try and sue,
Tootle-de-do, I'll tell you more,
But, - I'll never say it off the
   Senate floor.

Right now we are rehearsing for a very
   swell affair
Because before November, we must all
   go on the air.
But we're having lots of trouble,
   mathematics ain't no fun;
We claimed 200 commies, but we ain't
   caught even one.

CHORUS:

I am the best detec-a-tive within
   the Senate hall;
I can't be bothered with evidence, I
   use a crystal ball.
I've taught J. Edgar Hoover and his
   boy scout F.B.I.
That proof is not required when
   you're out to catch a spy.

CHORUS:

Oh, my Communists keep shrinking; I first claimed two-o-five,
And then I swore 'twas 81, to keep the game alive.
Then, 57 varieties of Reds and Pinks galore;
But Tydings made me stick to facts; I couldn't frame Lattimore.   CHORUS:

We're all pure-minded patriots, but politics is our hobby,
We hate the French and British, but we love the China lobby.
We vote against the Marshall Plan; we won't pick up that check;
But we'll take the Fort Knox gold reserve and ship it to Chiang-Kai-Shek.
                                                        CHORUS:



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