|THAT TROTSKYITE MAMMY OF MINE
(Tune: Sweet Little Alice Blue
Oh, that Trotskyite mammy of mine,
T'was from her that I got my first
Now I know she's in heaven
'Cause she's lefter than Lenin,
That Trotskyite mammy of mine.
When we'd romp thru the neighbor's
Taking shots at the National Guard,
We would mount barricades
And we'd throw hand grenades
While the kids marched around as
the People's Brigades.
When we fought on the high school
And the score stood at zero to seven,
You could hear o'er the din
Mammy shouting like sin,
"Shoot your captains, you morons,
And bore from within."
When the whistle had ended the game
You could hear mammy shout all the
"Reassemble your fraction
For independent action!"
That Trotskyite mammy of mine!
I WANNA MARRY A TROTSKYITE
Oh, Mama, I saw one on the square
Heck-el-ing an LYL'er there.
I could see that she was doing fine
She had better twists and curves
Than any party line.
Oh, a Trotskyite, a Trotskyite, I
wanna marry a Trotskyite.
The bourgeoisie they don't appeal
An SYL girl must keep me company.
Oh, dearie, no LYL for me,
I only want a Trotskyite to bounce
upon my knee.
|In spite of Bronx and Brooklyn
The SYL girls have got a lot of sex.
They know their Engels and they know
And we discuss Das Kapital on Sundays
in the parks.
They know their sex, they know their
I'm crazy for those female Bolsheviks.
I know we agree on the theory of the
And so I'm sure that one of them would
make a perfect mate.
The SYL girls have given their consent
To Marx's law of full development.
Oh my, how dames and dialectics,
Trotsky, love and Lenin, and sex
appeal can mix.
I know about Joe Stalin's Comintern
And surplus value is not what I
My education has never gone above
The beginning Utopian and
As workers of the world we must unite
So I'll do it with a Trotskyite
We'll join our hands in a union strong
And they'll play Solidarity for our
It will be a dual power regime
We'll collaborate, strange as it may
And we'll begin, my wife and me,
To read Engel's "Origin of the Family".
My wife and I will go to bed at night
United Front between the Trotskyites
But when she's out on SYL work
I'll buy a Labor Action to take her
place in bed.
Oh, you'll never know Bolshevism's charms
Unless you've had an SYL'er in your
Joe Stalin would change his party
And the Gay-Pay-Oo would pay to woo a
comrade such as mine.