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