Our Glorious Leader Declares by decree: 'The music of the Glorious State from this time on will be Square-jawed and dreary For the good of us all.' Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control
My name is Dimitri Man of some renown In this symphony of spies I keep my ear to the ground Stave, crochet and quaver Under the editor's scrawl Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control
An operetta for our leader A quartet for the drawer He gets the rank cantatas And I keep the score A libretto for the death camps Some day you'll hear them all Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control