44.
THAT TROTSKYITE MAMMY OF MINE

  (Tune: Sweet Little Alice Blue 
         Gown) 

Oh, that Trotskyite mammy of mine, 
T'was from her that I got my first
  line.
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
  back yard,
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
  eleven
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
  same,
"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.

CHORUS:
Oh, a Trotskyite, a Trotskyite, I
  wanna marry a Trotskyite.

The bourgeoisie they don't appeal
  to me.
An SYL girl must keep me company.
Oh, dearie, no LYL for me,
I only want a Trotskyite to bounce
  upon my knee.

CHORUS:
                      (cont.)

In spite of Bronx and Brooklyn
  dialectics
The SYL girls have got a lot of sex.
They know their Engels and they know
  their Marx
And we discuss Das Kapital on Sundays
  in the parks.

They know their sex, they know their
  politics
I'm crazy for those female Bolsheviks.
I know we agree on the theory of the
  state 
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
  should learn
My education has never gone above
The beginning Utopian and
  scientific love.

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
  wedding song.

It will be a dual power regime
We'll collaborate, strange as it may
  seem
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
  instead
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
  arms
Joe Stalin would change his party
  line
And the Gay-Pay-Oo would pay to woo a
  comrade such as mine.

CHORUS:


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