[Verse 1]
Marxists ain’t easy to love
And they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a grievance
Than silver or gold
Red banners and slogans and stale borrowed theories
And each day breaks a new lie
If you happen to love them, they’ll break out the chains
And tell you that freedom can die

[Chorus]
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Marxists
Don’t let 'em preach hatred or study that trash
Let 'em be builders and thinkers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Marxists
'Cause they’ll never know truth and they’re always alone
Even with people they crush

[Verse 2]
Marxists like smoky back rooms
And rewriting the morning
Little angry agitators and riots in streets
Them that don’t know him
Will trust him and them that do
Soon realize they’re a blight
He ain’t right, he’s just hollow
But his ego won’t let him
Admit that the order is right

[Chorus]
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Marxists
Don’t let 'em preach hatred or study that trash
Let 'em be builders and thinkers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Marxists
'Cause they’ll never know truth and they’re always alone
Even with people they crush