Al Stewart - Joe the Georgian

Now I've got my payment


For the service that I gave


They've given me my ticket


To this place beyond the grave


I suppose it's kind of funny


I suppose it's kind of sad


Thinking back on all the times we had





But it's kind of hot and smoky


In this ante-room to Hell


And I won't make up a story


'Cause you know the truth so well


It's much too late to worry


That we never had a chance


And when Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance, dance dance


When Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance





We all set off together


On this sorry ship of state


When the captain took the fever


We were hijacked by the mate


And he steered us through the shadows


Upon an angry tide


And cast us one by one over the side





But it's kind of hot and smoky


In this ante-room to Hell


And I won't make up a story


'Cause you know the truth so well


It's much too late to worry


That we never had a chance


And when Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance, dance dance


When Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance





There's Kamenev, Zinoviev,


Bukharin and the rest


We're sharpening our pitchforks


And we're heating up the ends


We've got a few surprises


For the mate when he appears


I hope he likes the next few million years





And it's kind of hot and smoky


In this anteroom to Hell


And I won't make up a story


'Cause you know the truth so well


It's much too late to worry


That we never had a chance


And when Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance, dance dance


When Joe the Georgian gets here


We will dance