To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they re making me work til I m dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me:
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above.
They come down and I spin them around
Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall -
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die.
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he ll do...
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
They come two weeks late and they don t tessellate
But we re working to Stalin s five year plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
What s the point of it all, when you re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play.
I am the man who arranges the blocks!
But tomorrow I think I ll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, I ve got plenty of gold
And I m standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!
And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There s foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don t despair
There s Levi s and McDonald s there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin s put the boot in,
Who ll get in our way?
So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
For we re seceding from the world:
We shall regain the Georgian soil,
We shall obtain the Arctic oil,
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day!
Game over.
