53.
THE GOVERNMENT INDIRECT

(Duet - Ike and JEHOOVER)
(Tune: The Emperor of Japan) 

I: From ev-er-y kind of man obedience
  I--expect.
I'm the President of the States.

J: And I'm the Government-In-Effect.
   He'll always need me 
   For security 
   Needs the government indirect!

I: My morals have been declared 
   particularly correct. 

J: But they're nothing at all
   Compared with those 
   Of the president -- in effect.

CHORUS:
Bow, bow to the government indirect,
Bow, bow to the government indirect.

I: In a fatherly way I govern each
     party and sect. 
   All gratefully me obey

J: Except the government indirect. 
   They come and they go,
   These presidents flow 
   But not the government indirect

I: My nature is love and light.
   My freedom from all defect 

J: Is a loverly front indeed
   For the president in effect.

CHORUS:

J: (brushing Ike aside)
   I'm the president-in-effect of
   the government-indirect!
 

MAX THE KNIFE-WHEN I WAS A LAD

When I was a lad, and had more hair
I gave the bosses a nasty scare.
I caused them all such misery
They used their bloody clubs on me.

CHORUS: (Always repeat last line of
verse, and both lines following)
Their methods have a modern twist;
Instead of guns; subversive list.

This secret list has now appeared
Of groups that moron, Truman, smeared.
As any idiot could foretell
They list the Worker's Party and the
  SYL. 

They've labelled us as Communist
And stuck us on the Subversive List.

Since I was a lad in '26
I've led a band of Bolsheviks.
Marxists all, and democrats
We fought the Stalinist bureaucrats.

We were so anti-Stalinist
They put us on the Subversive List.

With all my will and energy
I fought for full democracy.
For which they do not give a damn.
I never joined the NAM.

For Workers' Rights and Liberty
Are thought "subversive" by the
  bourgeoisie.

As keeper of the boss' zoo
JEHOOVER apes the Gay Pay Yu.
Democracy has been surpassed.
The FBI is learning fast.

Put kid gloves on a copper's fist
And you've got yourself a subversive
  list.
 

MAX THE KNIFE: MILD MANNERED MAN

I'm as mild mannered man as can be
And I've always tried to love the
  bourgeoisie.
But they're such a pack of fools
And they use such vicious tools
And go wild, simply wild over me.

They accuse me of rascality
And appear to even doubt my loyalty.
Will my troubles never cease?
Will they grant me my release?
They'll go wild, simply wild over me.

They say that I advocate their over-
  throw
By violent means-now would I stoop so
  low?
I will patiently explain
Lend me only half a brain
Just congenital idiots can disagree.
My only fault, as anyone can see
Was to push the workers on toward
  victory,
Though they tell me it's a crime, 
I will never change my line. 
They go wild, simply wild over me.
 


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