Arthur 'Guitar Boogie' Smith and his Crackerjacks - Mr. Stalin, You're Eating Too High on the Hog

Mr. Stalin You're Eating Too High Off The Hog: Arthur 'Guitar Boogie' Smith and his Crackerjacks [1950] When Word War II was over Uncle Sam said, "Boy's go home!" No one had to twist my arm, I came back 'cross the foam Now things are in a mess again The world is all agog Old Joe Stalin in Moscow Is eating too high on the hog Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob Now, Joe, you better change your way Or like Hitler you will pay For eating too high on the hog Now old Joe's getting' up in age But they say he ain't so dumb He knows all about ships and tanks And maybe atom bombs If he keeps eatin' like he is At his own discretion One of these days he's going to wake up With American indigestion Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob We know that you've got armies And we know that they're big But don't forget that the ham is close To the tail end of the pig Now Molotov and Malik Are only office boys They came to the UN And made a lot of noise They're only takin' orders That come across from you But your hammer and sickle just won't fit Our red, white and blue Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob Now, listen Joe, you know that you aren't Used eating meat Act your age, be yourself, Stick to Kremlin wheat Mr. Stalin, you're eatin' too high on the hog Mr. Stalin, quit feedin' those lies to your mob Now, we aren't huntin' trouble But we ain't never run Let's all live and let live, Joe Remember the rising sun Quit eating too high on the hog