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Worker's World says that they have all the answers And Milosevic is a guy that they admire The ISO says Trotsky is the man And they'll debate it until they all expire The industrial workers will lead the revolution So claims the SWP No, the truth lies among the lumpen That's the RCP
The Sparts say the rest can go to hell And everyone else is a Stalinist The CP will just do their thing And pretend the others don't exist Well I had a realization this morning When I looked into the red and dawning sun I've figured out the truth And I'm forming a party of one
(Chorus) I am the leader of the workers And I'll tell you why the Left is suspect Because there's something you don't understand Only my line is correct 'Cause I am the vanguard of the masses And all of you should just follow me If you doubt my analysis You must be in the petty bourgeoisie
But I am not sectarian It's all the rest who are I work fine in coalitions As long as I'm the shining star So bow down to your master The lastest V.I. Lenin And off to the camps to all of you Who'd say, "not this again"
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And I'll have no music at my protests And none of that goddamn puppetry I'll just have some somber slogans No decadent frivolity My chants will be the right ones Just the ones that should be said And my banners we'll wave proudly Just the proper shade of red
And I will build the party if it kills me I am solely dedicated to the cause If I have to stab you in the back This won't give me pause 'Cause my platform will take us forward And the ends always justify the means And you must step aside behind me Be you Quakers, Jews, anarchists or greens
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http://www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/parton/2/trotskyite.html I WANNA MARRY A TROTSKYITE by Walter Gourlay. (Currently writing an auto of his Shactmanite yrs.) Oh, Mama, I saw one on the Square, heck-el-ing a Y-C-Ler there. I could see that she was doing fine, for she had better twists and curves Than any party line.
Chorus: A Trotskyite, a Trotskyite, I wanna marry a Trotskyite. The bourgeoisie, they don't appeal to me, A Yipsel girl must keep me company. Oh dearie, no Y-C-L for me, I only want a Trotskyite to bounce upon my knee.
In spite of Bronx and Brooklyn dialects, the Yipsel girls have got a lot of sex. They know their Engels and they know their Marx And we've discussed Das Kapital on Sundays in the parks.
They know their love, they know their politics, l'm crazy for those female Bolsheviks. I know we agree in the theory of the State And so I'm sure that one of them would make a perfect mate.
The Yipsel girls have given their consent To Marx's laws of full development; My, how dames and dialectics, Trotsky, love, and Lenin, and sex appeal can mix.
I know about Joe Stalin's Comintern, And "surplus value" is just what I should learn. But my education has never gone above Beginning of "Utopian and Scientific Love".
As workers of the world we must unite, So I'll do it with a Trotskyite. We'll join our hands in a union strong And they'll play "Solidarity" for our wedding song.
'Twill be a Dual Power Regime, We'll collaborate, strange as it may seem. And we'll begin, my wife and me, To read Engels' "Origin of the Family."
My wife and I will go to bed at nights: "United Front" between the Trotskyites. And when she's out on Yipsel work instead, I'll buy Labor Action to take her place in bed.
Oh, you'll never know Bolshevism's charms Until you've had a Yipsel in your arms. Joe Stalin would change his party line And the Gay-Pay-Oo would pay to woo A comrade such as mine.
-- Michael Pugliese