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