I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a commie
and Lovin' the commie ways.
Pursuin' the dreams of my communist heroes,
I burned up American Flags.
I learned to make up rules like a psychopath killer,
Don't hold to your word too long.
Just take what you need from Capitalists then kill them,
To the words of a good comrade song.

My heroes have always been Commies.
And they still are, it seems.
Lenin, Che Guevara and Fidel Castro,
Kim Jong, Marx, and chairman Mao

Commies are special with their own brand of misery,
From being way wrong too long.
They can kill you in the cold in the dark of Siberia
Cos they said your politics are wrong.
Building up armies instead of their farms,
They let their own people starve to death.
Old worn-out factories, and no real economy,
With no cash and no way to pay.

My heroes have always been Commies.
And they still are, it seems.
Lenin, Che Guevara and Fidel Castro,
Kim Jong, Marx, and chairman Mao

Lenin, Che Guevara and Fidel Castro,
Kim Jong, Marx, and chairman Mao.

Had to dust this one off today for our own dear soon departing to attend a funeral leader.....

Have you ever been tired of waiting for
the news to come about Castro?
There's nothing but romance for this Dictator man
from the naive hearts of liberals flow.

But when the Cuban dream comes upon the screen
they all stare at the TV like a stone.
When they realize what's before their eyes
the Dear Leader there is finally gone.

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the leader's ruthless harm.
But 90 miles away on a Miami day
in the street there's a Cuban Conga line that forms.

Up in a tree so high way up in the sky
Sits a sad-eyed liberal on a limb.
He wonders why the people went through so much trouble
Just to get away from him.

He doesn't understand it was this Castro man
that controlled the people all the time.
And for way too long he sat upon his thrown
while his people swim for their lives.

--- Instrumental ---

El Presidente's sacrifices weren't the nicest
part of the Caribbean
He seized all the farms and took up arms
It was the gold that he was seekin'.

Oh but the Communist that caused all of this
could not die a day too soon.
I'm not sorry this has been the greatest wish
cause you were a ruthless buffoon.

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the leader's ruthless harm.
But 90 miles away on a Miami day
In the street there's a Cuban Conga line that forms.

Up in a tree so high way up in the sky
sits a sad-eyed liberal on a limb.
He wonders why the people went through so much trouble
just to get away from him.

He doesn't understand it was this Castro man
that controlled the people all the time.
And for way too long he sat upon his thrown
while his people swim for their lives.

You have provided me with more warmth than my bowl of beet soup..

Truly we are saddened by the passing of this great benevolent man....