Mr. Stalin, You’re Eating Too High on the Hog

When Word War II was over
Uncle Sam said, "Boy's go home!"
No one had to twist my arm
I came back 'cross the foam
Now things are in a mess again
The world is all agog
Old Joe Stalin in Moscow
Is eating too high on the hog

Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog
Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob
Now, Joe, you better change your way
Or like Hitler you will pay
For eating too high on the hog

Now old Joe's getting' up in age
But they say he ain't so dumb
He knows all about ships and tanks
And maybe atom bombs
If he keeps eatin' like he is
At his own discretion
One of these days he's going to wakе up
With American indigestion

Mr. Stalin, you're еatin' too high on the hog
Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob
We know that you've got armies
And we know that they're big
But don't forget that the ham is close
To the tail end of the pig

Now Molotov and Malik
Are only office boys
They came to the UN
And made a lot of noise
They're only takin' orders
That come across from you
But your hammer and sickle just won't fit
Our red, white and blue

Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog
Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob
Now, listen Joe, you know that you aren't
Used eating meat
Act your age, be yourself
Stick to Kremlin wheat

Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog
Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob
Now, we aren't huntin' trouble
But we ain't never run
Let's all live and let live, Joe
Remember the rising sun
Quit eating too high on the hog