It's Saturday evening, out to the bar
I'm crowded in with all my friends
Gonna sink a jar or two

We ain't like commies, we've got smiles on our faces
They never smile, they never laugh
They've got the troubles of the human race on their shoulders

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But we're having a good time
Living life on the line, yeah
Having a good time
And I feel fine

Look over there it's a lefty, sitting with his red star on
We all stand up, we have a laugh, it's obvious his mind has gone
He says that every man's an equal, and he says, every man's the same
Yeah but one man's rich, and another's poor, well life's a funny game, ain't it Trotsky?

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We're being followed 'round by policemen, they must have nothing better to do
And out there there's muggers robbing the old, but they'd rather follow me and you
They don't wanna damage relations between our country and its unwanted guests
They're just looking after minorities, and they don't give a toss for the rest, no they don't, but...

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