35.
OLD BOLSHEVIK'S SONG

When I was a lad In 1906, I joined a
  band of Bolsheviks.
I read the Manifesto and Das Kapital,
  and I even learned to sing the
  Internationale.
And I sang that song with a ring so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.
And I sang that song with a ring so
true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.

When Lenin and his boys the
  insurrection made, I found myself
  on the barricade,
On Kerensky's troops I turned my gun,
  and I didn't stop shooting till the
  Reds had won.
And I shot that gun with an aim so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.
And I shot that gun with an aim so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.

From then to now, I've had no peace;
  my steps have been dogged by the
  secret police.
I denounced the opposition time and
  again; I denounced the opposition
  with tongue and pen.
And my denunciation had a ring so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.
And my denunciation had a ring so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.

When NEP was started and Lenin died,
  I found myself on Trotsky's side;
All went well till '28, and then I
  was forced to capitulate.
And my capitulation had a ring so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.
And my capitulation had a ring so
  true, that now I'm in the prisons
  of the Gay-Pay-Oo.

                            (cont.)

Now, diversionists all, wherever you
  may be, if you want to do as well
  as me:
Confess to revolution and espionage,
  to wrecking railroads and sabotage.
Adhere to the line of Lenin too, and
  you'll end up in the prisons of the
  Gay-Pay-Oo.
Adhere to the line of Lenin too, and
  you'll end up in the prisons of the
  Qay-Pay-Oo.
 

THE DAILY WORKER
  (Tune: Monkey Chased the Weasel)

Oh, all around our Union Square is
  the land of the Daily Worker,
You'll see them standing everywhere,
  reading the Daily Worker.
You go in the door of a soda store,
  and talk to the soda jerker,
He knows the truth about the war
  by reading the Daily Worker.

You go to a dance to look for romance
  at waltzing or mazurka,
You have a chance to catch their
  glance - by reading the Daily Worker.
The Eskimo, the Hottentot, the
  Chinaman, and the Turka,
They know exactly what is what -- by
  reading the Daily Worker.

United Front was quite a stunt; it
  took in many a sucker,
And many a dame with a Mayflower name
is rid-ding the Daily Wuh-ker.
Uncle Joe, as you might know, with
  many a grin and smirker
Sees the line go over fine by
reading the Daily Worker.
 


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