What a lovely seventy-fifth
 We watched the party on TV
 You seemed to be taking things casually
 What a mighty heart must beat in your breast
 To hold forty-nine medals on your chest
 Think of all the gifts that you've got
 Some were acquired and some were not
 Like a natural talent for marionettes
 Who do your dirty work and cover your bets
 So with one hand waving free
 The other one crushed a budding democracy

 Congratulations, Jaruzelski
 What a wonderful job you have done
 Let me mention to a sane man's eye
 You've lost the meaning of compromise
 They're comparing you to General Pinochet
 It's a dubious compliment at best
 Your people are freezing, the workers are bleeding
 You've already arranged numerous deaths
 The only difference in the camps from the stadiums
 Is not much for the doomed all cry
 It's only the weather and the songs people sing
 Just before they die

 Do you hear us, Lech Walesa?
 What a terrible price you have paid
 For being ahead of your time
 Has surely constituted a crime
 Oh, Mr. Brezhnev, look
 Somebody read the little red book
 And took it all seriously
 The way you did when you were young and you believed
 And you workers and you black Madonna
 You're not supposed to utter a word
 But the courage of you and your man of the year
 Is a symphony the world has seldom seen or heard
 Through the Siberian gates of hell
 The Pope and the bishops are wishing you well
 We see your candles in the park
 Hear your fearless promises in the dark
 How they cheat and when tried to win
 They didn't know that there would always be within you
 And we hear you, Lech Walesa
 Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa
 Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa
 Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa