I like the curves of my communist
I love the words of my communist
I kiss the lips of my communist
Grab the hips of my communist
Meet the stars, drink the bars
And ride in her car
She's got a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
Here comes my commie with a millionaire
With strap-on hunger and a feedbag
Grinning ear-to-ear
'Cause she commandeered
A cocktail weenie at the protest
Drink to the party, drink to the host
Fuck this party, let's hit the coast
Drive your Nova like it's stolen
Go, Commie, go
She's got a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
I was a worker, she was a commie
I had a job, she had fatigues
Khaki, cammie, fashion and power
She fills 'em out and I aim to please
I never seen nothing, baby
Better than a commie
In her Nova with her panties
And a pocket full of rye
She's heavy and sweet
And I'm digging in my heels
Lay it on the line for the party tonight
I like the clothes of my communist
Smoke the dope with my communist
Pin the hopes of my communist
Love the homes of my communist
Meet the stars, drink the bars
Drive in the car
She's got a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
She's getting heavy
She went from featherweight to flyweight
To bantam weight to lightweight
To phantom weight to welterweight
To helter skelter middle weight
Middle weight to cruiserweight
Boozer weight, used to wait to get it on
She went from featherweight to flyweight
To bantam weight to lightweight
To phantom weight to welterweight
To helter skelter middle weight
Middle weight to cruiserweight
Boozer weight, you used to wait to get it on
Commie drives a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
She's got a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
Featherweight to flyweight
To bantam weight to lightweight
To phantom weight to welterweight
She's got a Nova
Commie drives a Nova
She's getting heavy