A long, long time ago on Graduation Day.
You handed me your book, I signed this way:
Jane Fonda's red, my love, violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love, I wish that she were, too.
We dated through high school, and when the big day came,
I wrote into your book next to my name:
Jane Fonda's red, my love, violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love, I wish that she were, too.
Then I went far away and you found someone new.
I read your letter, dear, and I wrote back to you:
Jane Fonda's red, my love, violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love, I wish that you were, too.
Is that your little girl? She doesn't look at all like Jane.
Some day some boy will write next to her name:
Jane Fonda's red, my love, violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love, I'm glad that she is, too.
Stalin is dead!