He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
And if he ever smiled at you you were assured your life was through
If he got angry, you would be happy
Cause you knew things would be OK; at least you would live today
He was so paranoid that when he was annoyed
His men would sigh with great relief
They would stay em-ployed

He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
The dictator of USSR
He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
His despotism brought more cataclysm
He was not Koba

Don't dare oppose

He was not Koba

Called himself Stalin, the Man of Ste-el
He had championed for the people but he somehow lost the feel
Son of a shoe man became a big man
And it's his own horn he'd toot when he was showing off his boots
He knew that he was small and now he'd get them all
He had risen up to the top and
He could not be stopped

He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
The dictator of USSR
He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
His despotism brought more cataclysm
He was not Koba

He'd lost his mind

He was not Koba
He was not Koba
His name was Stalin

Stalin, His name was Stalin
Life in his Moscow
Was tricky you know
They were in the scism of Social Fascism

He was not Koba; his name was Stalin
But that was many years ago and Communism was our foe
Now it has fallen, the Berlin Wall and
The Socialist Regime is no longer to be seen
[But] we found a foe that's new, he wears a moustache too
Want us to think of him as just like Stalin
So we'll bomb him, ooh!