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You came down to this southern town last summer
To show the folks a brand new way of life
But all you've shown the folks around here is trouble
And you've only added misery to their strife
Your concern is not to help the people
And I'll say again, though it's been often said
Your concern is just to bring discomfort, my friend
And your policy is just a little red

Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)

It matters not to you how people suffer
And should they, you'd consider that a gain
You bring a lot of trouble to the town and then you leave
That's part of your Communistic game
I detect a little Communisim
I can see it in the things ya do
Communisim, socialism call it what you like
There's very little difference in the two

Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)

Your followers sometimes have been a bearded, hatless bunch
There's even been a minister or two
A priest, a nun, a rabbi and an educated man
Have listened and been taken in by you
Aw, the country's full of two-faced politicians
Who encourage you with words that go like this
Burn your draft card if you like, it's good to disagree
That's a get aquainted Communistic kiss
Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)

One politician said it would be nice to send some blood
And help the enemy in Vietnam
That's what he says, here's what I say
Let's just keep the blood
Instead let's send that politician man
Let's rid the country of the politicians
Who call us tramps, that march out in our streets
Protesting those who wanna fight for freedom, my friend
This kind of leader makes our country weak

Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)

Let's look and find the strong and able leaders
It's time we found just how our neighbours stand
If we're to win this war with Communism
Let's fight it here as well as Vietman
Let's rise as one and meet our obligations
So Communistic boots will never trod
Across the fields of freedom that were given to us
With the blessing of our great almighty God
Across the fields of freedom that were given to us
With the blessing of our great almighty God

Forward Boys of Budapest
Forward boys from Buda,
Forward boys from Pest,
Students, laborers, operarians
The sun does not rise in the East.

We've been awake during the night
The night of a hundred months, maybe more
Dreaming of the glorious October's dawn,
The dawn of Hungarian youth.

I remember you had a rifle
Bring it to the square, I'm waiting for you,
Hidden among my school books
I'll also take a gun.

Six days, six nights of glory
This victory of us lasted
By the seventh day they arrived
The russians and their tanks.

The tanks crushed our bones,
No one is going to help us.
The world has just watched
On the edge of our ditch.

Girl, don't tell my mother
Don't tell her I'll die tonight
But do tell her I'm going up the moutains
And shall return by the spring

Comrads, we are doomed
Our revolution is lost
Soon we'll be blindfolded
And placed in front of a firing squad

Comrad, the squad advances,
The first and second one have fallen down already
Our vacation is over,
The honour of the world has been buried

Comrad, hide the rifle
The fountains will sing once again
And on this day, close our ranks
So we shall come back from the mountains

Forward boys from Buda,
Forward boys from Pest,
Students, laborers, operarians
The sun does not rise in the east.
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