My transcription from the link above, with thanks to zale and Mithgiladan. The tune is similar for most of the song to Nobody's Business. There may be a better fit out there, but I'm no good with tunes. The bolded section is where I (and the original poster) have trouble with the lyrics. I still have some doubts about my transcription, but believe it's closer than the original guess.


[SPOKEN]: The problem is, we have songs for before the revolution, after the revolution, and during the revolution, but we don't got no songs for on your way to the revolution. Now I'm here to fill that gap.

[vocalizing to tune]

I'll never need no Red Book now
Long as I got my Chairman Mao
Glued to the dashboard of my '68 Chevelle
Tap the cap and let's get near
I got Trotsky on my mirror
So I know that things will all be well

I got a Castro on the back shelf and his head goes up and down
I got Friedrich Engels stickers on the windows all around
I'll never need no Red Book now
Long as I got my chairman Mao
Glued to the dashboard of my car

Down the road I go in style
Laughing, cheering, all the while
To those tiring speeches on my PRC cassette
I don't care if I'm dumb and lazy
Lenin may be downright crazy
But I won't desert him on a bet

I got bourgeoisie skin upholstery on the seats, both back and forth
With a hammer-sickle pattern on the carpet on the floor
I'll never need no Red Book now
Long as I got my Chairman Mao
Glued to the dashboard of my car

I have got me a revolution
Out on the wheels, an execution
As my Stalin radio, so round and round they go
All my comrades join with gusto
Sing along to the manifesto
Humming to the parts we do not know

Well I had to nearly sell it after days of heated talk
If they don't do what I tell 'em then they all get out and walk
I'll never need no Red Book now
Long as I got my chairman Mao
Glued to the dashboard of my car

Che Guevara smiles his blessing
Down from starlit and Indo-aggressing
Hanging 'round the inside of my '68 Chevelle
Ho Chi Min on my stick shift graces
All my comrades smiling faces
As we journey on wards in our cell

Oh we've got every comfort possible that communists abide
In our little traveling Moscow, and we call her Pravda's pride

The Capitalists are green with envy
They're in our last year's Caddys when we
Peel out and leave 'em a-coughing in our swell
I don't gotta be decent now
Long as I got my Chairman Mao
Glued to the dashboard of my '68 Chevelle