It’s Christmas Eve and Santa drops his gifts around the nation
I want some agricultural collectivization
There’s nothing stirring in the house, it’s quite as quite all night
Tomorrow if we’re lucky all the workers will unite
‘Cos there’s a red star up on the Christmas tree
A hammer for you and a sickle for me
Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
By purging the enemies of the state
Tomorrow I will hold you tight and kiss you my sweet durling
I’ll give you chocolate Trotskies and a Christmas candy Stalin
We’ll play with Christmas crackers wearing festive paper hats
And hope for dictatorships of some prolitariats
‘Cos there’s a red star up on the Christmas tree
A hammer for you and a sickle for me
Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
By purging the enemies of the state
After dinner we’ll have lots of fun whit Christmas games and laughs
We’ll read some pop-up books by Engels, Hegel and by Marx
What Christmas cheer we’ll have, oh yes, we’ll never have a cheerier
And we’ll send bourgeois scum to work to death out in Siberia
A red star up on the Christmas tree
A hammer for you and a sickle for me
Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
By purging the enemies of the state
