Mel: Darling Clementine In old Moscow, in the Kremlin in the fall of '39 sat a Russian and a Prussian drawing up the Party line Refräng: Oh my Stalin, oh my Stalin oh my Stalin Party line. Oh I never will forsake you 'cause I love this life of mine Leon Trotsky was a Nazi, we all knew it for a fact: Pravda said it, we all read it before the Hitler-Stalin pact Refr Once a nazi, would be a shot, see That was then the party line. Now a nazi's, hotsy-totsy Volga boatmen sail the Rhine Refr Now the Führer and our leader stand within the Party line. All the Russians, love the Prussians Trotsky's laying British mines Refr In Siberia, in Siberia excavating a salt mine dwelt an old Bolshevik who forgot the Party line Refr Party comrade, Party comrade, what a sorry fate is thine! Comrade Stalin does not love you ´cause you left the Party line. Mel: Auld Lang Syne Why should auld Bolshies be forgot and never brought to mind? Why should auld Bolshies be forgot for the sake of Party line? The Party line, the Party line, the line, comrades, the line. You Stalin shot the bloody lot for the sake of Party line.

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