Put one more s in the U.S.A.

To make it Soviet.

One more s in the U.S.A.

Oh, we'll live to see it yet.

When the land belongs to the farmers

And the factories to the working men —

The U.S.A. when we take control

Will be the U.S.S.A. then.



Now across the water in Russia

They have a big U.S.S.R.

The fatherland of the Soviets —

But that is mighty far

From New York, or Texas, or California, too.

So listen, fellow workers,

This is what we have to do.



Put one more S in the U.S.A.

[Repeat chorus]



But we can't win by just talking.

So let us take things in our hand.

Then down and away with the bosses' sway —

Hail Communistic land.

So stand up in battle and wave our flag on high,

And shout out fellow workers

Our new slogan in the sky:



Put one more S in the U.S.A.



But we can't join hands together

So long as whites are lynching black,

So black and white in one union fight

And get on the right track.

By Texas, or Georgia, or Alabama led

Come together, fellow workers

Black and white can all be red:



Put one more S in the U.S.A.



Oh, the bankers they all are planning

For another great big war.

To make them rich from the worker's dead,

That's all the war is for.

So if you don't want to see bullets holding sway

Then come on, all you workers,

And join our fight today:



Put one more S in the U.S.A.

To make it Soviet.

One more S in the U.S.A.

Oh, we'll live to see it yet.

When the land belongs to the farmers

And the factories to the working men —

The U.S.A. when we take control

Will be the U.S.S.A. then.