I Love Fidel Castro

i love fidel castro,
if only for the sin;
i think he’s swell
to make so many swim,
god knows it’d be easy
for us all to go and blame him,
but the peasants that revolted,
well, they’re the real sin;
this kind of poverty
is more pure than pure gold,
it’s the balance of nature
that they never will grow old –
“every single one of ’em
wants to be here”, we’re told
but Ernesto lived a thousand years
and he only got more bold.
“There’s defiance in their blood
and they all know they’re kin,
its the crazy side with the crazy uncle
that keeps ’em on that island” –
not the life of the waves,
or them fine bikini dresses,
the music all night long
and the party making messes?
send those boring, snobby bitches
on up the northern way
and see how well they like it
workin’ for the white man pay.
Hell – Mr. Castro’s just a tiny island
sitting in the shadow of the beast
with it’s salivating jaws,
I don’t really see the feast;
but the dinner is ideology
and the guests they talk too much,
always rambling on about
some Free Market and such
so they never hear a word
that the whole god damned world is screaming
“That while we can’t eat,
You’re at home dreaming
of all the new ways
you can give us a good cleaning!”
Well, it seems they won’t have it
saddled on their backs no more:
nope, good old america
gettin’ what for from the poor.
That’s why I love Fidel Castro,
cause he ain’t a selfish bitch:
he’ll send a thousand doctors off
to even help out the rich.
So for all those Cubans in Miami,
thinking of ways to kill,
I tell you Fidel will never die,
certainly not before you will
cause His is a truth
that the poor man has a worth
so you might as well accept it
cause it’s known around the earth.