I couldn’t find this on google; to be sung to tune of the Bold Gendarmes, originally shared with me in 1976.


We are the People’s Commissariat,
The guardians of the workers’ state,
The vanguard of the proletariat,
We teach them who they ought to hate.
But when it comes to fellow travellers,
Who ride in Yankee motor cars
We run them in, we run them in,
We run them in, we run them in,
We are the People’s Commissars.

We’re on our guard for deviations,
And anti-party groups we fight,
We are mentors of the nation,
We teach them that the left is right,
And when it comes to Trots and Bolshevics,
They’re better kept behind steel bars
We run them in, we run them in,
We run them in, we run them in,
We are the People’s Commissars.

And when we meet with delegations
Of Bosses from the western states,
We strive for cordial relations
We all get drunk and call them mates.
We drink in peaceful co-existence,
We rather like their fat cigars
We drink their gin, we drink their gin,
We drink their gin, we drink their gin,
We are the People’s Commissars.

In our position life gets dangerous,
When they decide to change the line,
But we have friends who arrange for us,
To be let off with just a fine,
But if our friends are liquidated,
Our fate will be just like the Czars,
They’ll rub us out, they’ll rub us out,
They’ll rub us out, they’ll rub us out,
The bloody People’s Commissars.

The People’s Commissars

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