To Moscow I came seeking fortune

But they′re making me work til I'm dead

The bourgeoisie have it so easyThe Tsar′s putting gold on his bread

The people of Moscow are hungry

But think what a feast there could be

If we could create a socialist state

That cared for the people like me

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That descend upon me from up above

They come down and I spin them around

Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove

Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine

And the lines will be formed as they fall

Then I see that I have misjudged it!

I should not have nudged it after all

Can I have a long one please?

Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That continue to fall from up above

Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!

A collective regime of peace and love

I work so hard in arranging the blocks

But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry

But the workers will rise! We will not compromise

For we know that the old regime must die

Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!

We salute the sickle and star!

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That continue to fall from up above

The food on your plate now belongs to the state

A collective regime of peace and love

I have no choice in arranging the blocks

Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes

The rule of the game is we all are the same

And my blocks must create unbroken rows

Long live Stalin! He loves you!

Sing these words, or you know what he'll do

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That are made by the men in Kazakhstan

They come two weeks late and they don't tessellate

But we′re working to Stalin′s five year plan

I am the man who arranges the tanks

That will make all the Nazis keep away

The Führer is dead, and Europe is Red!

Let us point all our guns at the USA

We shall live forever more!

We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That are building a highly secret base

Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!

We are sending our men to outer space

I work so hard in arranging the blocks

But each night I go home to my wife in tears

What's the point of it all, when you′re building a wall

And in front of your eyes it disappears?

Pointless work for pointless pay

This is one game I shall not play

I am the man who arranges the blocks!

But tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed

The winter is cold, I′ve got plenty of gold

And I'm standing in line for a loaf of bread

Maybe we′d be better off

If we brought down Gorbachev

I am the man who arranges the blocks

That continue to fall from up above

The markets are free! So much money for me!

Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?

The markets are free! So much money for me!

Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?

Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown

There's foreign shops all over town

When in Red Square, well don't despair

There′s Levi′s and McDonald's there

The US gave us crystal meth

And Yeltsin drank himself to death

But now that Putin′s put the boot in

Who'll get in our way?

So we reject free enterprise

And once again the left will rise

Prepare the flags to be unfurled

′Cause we're seceding from the world

We shall regain the Georgian soil

We shall obtain the Arctic oil

We shall arrange the blocks and toil

Forever and a day

Game over