The last communist on earth was a cat named Tom Bodine
He lived in Kansas City, in a 2nd floor condominium
In a park 3 blocks from home–he’d recite Karl Marx out loud
To the white haired gals who fed the pigeons.

The last communist would have liked to have
A roommate in his flat
It’d made things more communal
But the hell with all of that
It’s hard enough tryin to overthrow the bosses
And carry out Karl Marx’s wishes
Let alone tryin’ to get some capitalist running dog
To do the dishes

There’d been other Communists in Kansas City, but only Tom Bodine stayed loyal
They used to come to Tom’s house, now they all had season tickets for the Royals
When he read the Communist Manifesto, during college in Fort Worth
He never thought he’d wind up the last communist on earth

And to the great roll call before him; Engels, Lenin, Trotsky
Castro, Che Guevera, Emma Goldman, Woody Guthrie
After Breznev and Chernenko, after Mao and Ho Chi Minh
Add the name of the last Communist
Add the name of Tom Bodine

Well Tom worried that he’d run out of those hammer & sickle emblems
He used to get them wholesale, direct from the Kremlin
In his loneliness he started gazing at the stars
And he dreamed of one day being the first communist on Mars

The last Communist would’ve liked to have
A roommate in his flat
It’d make things more communal
But the hell with all of that
It’s hard enough tryin’ to overthrow the bosses
And carry out Karl Marx’s wishes
Let alone tryin’ to get some capitalist running dog
To do the dishes

(lyrics: Dan Bern)