Another communist dropped by the other day
He said he had to hurry but I asked if he could stay
So we chatted over drinks and he enquired into my plans
And I said, I'll join the party when I can

Another summer is retreating rapidly
As I while away the hours living life only for me
Though I'm soft and getting softer and the struggle will be rough
I suppose I'll join the party soon enough

And don't you know that there are communists everywhere!
Sly and subversive
With plans so perverse if
I told you you would be revolted
Well that's what the papers say
That's what I hope and pray

Another year or so from now I might be dead
Or in a jail or in a chair with wires extending from my head
But it's better than a placid life among the bourgeoisie
So I guess I'll join the party gratefully

And don't you know that there are communists everywhere!
Indoctrinating
Our children and waiting
On orders from their Moscow bosses
Well that's what the papers say
That's what I hope and pray

I raise a toast to the brotherhood of men
And all my commie friends
Here's to the ones who expose the Trotskyites
And give up sleepless nights
For workers and their rights
A garden of delights

Another communist dropped by to say hello
When I said, how goes the party, Comrade? He said, don't you know
That our chances are remoter than the mountains of the moon
So I hope you'll join the party very soon

And don't you know that there are communists everywhere!
Crossing our borders
And working on orders
From Moscow and Peking
And probing and seeking
A weakness and plotting
Our downfall and rotting
Our institutions from within
Well that's what the papers say
That's what I hope and pray

Another summer has retreated into fall
And I must go away, if not this year then not at all
For the rumour has the party as extinct as Peking Man
So I'd better join the party while I can
Yes I'd better join the party while I can