An old commie went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a Beijing he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty city of red commie towers he saw A floatin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Its brands were still on billboards and its beams were made of steel Its asphalt was black and shiny and its hot smog he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as it citied through the sky He saw the city coming hard... and he heard its mournful traffic