I’ve had enough of revolutionaries, thanks
Caviar commandos puttin’ on a show
Wrecking the streets with their slogans and tanks
Fattening on the food that others grow
The Comrades jet the world, flying first classes
WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE to pay their tickets
Champagne for the Politburo, starvation for the masses
And the petite bourgeois, bent with rickets
Loot the museums, burn to ashes the books
Poetry is uppity and so is theatre
Artists and writers are capitalist crooks -
Constant turmoil is the true creator!
No
For in truth to each other we are most dutiful
When we work the good, the true, and the beautiful