Now I've got my payment 
For the service that I gave 
They've given me my ticket 
To this place beyond the grave 
I suppose it's kind of funny 
I suppose it's kind of sad 
Thinking back on all the times we had 

But it's kind of hot and smoky 
In this ante-room to Hell 
And I won't make up a story 
'Cause you know the truth so well 
It's much too late to worry 
That we never had a chance 
And when Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance, dance dance 
When Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance 

We all set off together 
On this sorry ship of state 
When the captain took the fever 
We were hijacked by the mate 
And he steered us through the shadows 
Upon an angry tide 
And cast us one by one over the side 

But it's kind of hot and smoky 
In this ante-room to Hell 
And I won't make up a story 
'Cause you know the truth so well 
It's much too late to worry 
That we never had a chance 
And when Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance, dance dance 
When Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance 

There's Kamenev, Zinoviev, 
Bukharin and the rest 
We're sharpening our pitchforks 
And we're heating up the ends 
We've got a few surprises 
For the mate when he appears 
I hope he likes the next few million years 

And it's kind of hot and smoky 
In this anteroom to Hell 
And I won't make up a story 
'Cause you know the truth so well 
It's much too late to worry 
That we never had a chance 
And when Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance, dance dance 
When Joe the Georgian gets here 
We will dance