Where the Russian breezes blow
There's a piece of calico
Ev'ry thread dyed in red
You can see it on a pole
Or in Trotsky's buttonhole
Long haired Russian foxes
Wave it from old soapboxes
That revolutionary rag
'Twas made across the sea
By a tricky, slicky Bolsheviki
Run with your little money bag
Or else they'll steal it away, wheel it away
As they go raving, madly waving
That revolutionary rag
It's not a melody
It's a crimson flag
All the Royalties across the seas
Shake in their B.V.D.s
When they see that revolutionary rag
Little Mary Antoinette
Was a lovely queen you bet
Till one day, sad to say
From her window she could see
Little Miss Democracy
Mary's brain was whirling
When France began unfurling
All the Kings and Queens in foreign scenes
Know that they've spilled the beans
When they see that revolutionary rag