Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Kruschev Song

We sang this song on the way to school in Woodbury Heights. I believe we first sang it in 1961, to ease the tensions we all felt as a result of all the threats coming from the Russians.
Sing along, everybody!
(To the tune of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed-Reindeer")

Kruschev the bald-headed Russian
Had a very shiny head.
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it's red.
All of the other Russians,
Used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Kruschev
Join in any Russian games.
Then one foggy launching night,
The Russians came to say:
"Kruschev with your head so bright,
Won't you guide our sa-tel-lite?"
Then how the Russians loved him,
And they shouted out with glee,
"Kruschev the bald-headed Russian,
You'll go down in hi-sto-ry!"

Anybody else sing this?

16 comments:

Noreene said...

Yes, in Brooklyn, NY we sang this song, but we used Kennedy as the one who asked him to guide a satellite. And "Deadeye the Lonesome Cowboy" to the same jingle.

Noreene, Lancaster, PA, Boomer of 49

Anonymous said...

wow i remember this, and everyone swore up and down that i made it up! We also had one to the same tune... "Castro the Bearded Cuban"...

Anonymous said...

Yea, my mother sang this song while growing up in school while she lived in Ohio!

Greg Kashella said...

I also remember the song. I grew up in Philipsburg, PA. Slight change in words. Then one foggy launching night Castro came to say...

ending; you'll go down in World War III.

Anonymous said...

I knew it also ca. 1961 (in what became Cherry Hill, NJ). As I remember it was:

you would even say he's red
...
play in the Olympic Games
...
Then one foggy Christmas [better May Day] Eve
Castro came to say

The 'satellite' was not the sputnik: countries like Cuba that were far from the Soviet Union but under its influence were called 'Russian satellites' (Cuba was called that by at least 1959).

ladish said...

My brother taught me this exact song about 1961... I was 6 years old. I taught my daughter the song in the mid 80's when she was about 5...Never does a year go by without us singing the song @ Christmas time...I asked several people over the years if they remember it....no one does...too bad it is, and remains our tradition....

Anonymous said...

Sang this song, circa 1961, with a little variation... "and if you ever saw it... he would really shoot you dead... all of the other Ruskies... join in any war games. Foggy Christmas Eve, Lenin came to say...head so bright.. won't you lead our tank tonight. Then how the commies loved him...

Still sing it, LOL...
Jan, OH Merry Christmas

Anonymous said...

We sang this as well (NJ), circa 1961 as well. I remember "They never let poor Kruschev join in any communist games. Then one foggy Friday night, Castro came to say, Kruschev with your head so bright, won't you guide our satellite".

Anonymous said...

Yes...I sang this song in Delaware!

Anonymous said...

We sang it in Arkansas, but it was slightly different.

Khrushchev the bald head Russian
Had a very shiny head
And if you ever saw him
You would even wish he was dead
All of the other Ruskies
Used to laugh and call him names
The never let poor Khrushchev
join in any Commie games
Then on foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
Khrushchev with your head so bright
Won't you guide my satellite?
Then all the Pinkos loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Khrushchev the bald head Russian
You'll go down in His-tor-y
You'll go down in World War three!!

Unknown said...

The version I remember had "You'd say it was made of lead", Kennedy as the requestor and Saturday night. Never quite sure why the Russians would be so excited about Krushchev helping the US space program but that was the song we sang.

Xxxxxxx said...

My brother David Gentzel and a friend wrote this song in 1960 in study hall. The lyrics were:
Khrushchev the red nosed Russian had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows
all of the other Russians used to laugh and call him names
they never let poor Khrushchev join in any Russian games
Then one foggy Christmas eve Castro came to say
Khrushchev with your bomb so bright won't you bomb the U.S. tonight
Then how the Russians loved him as they shouted out with glee
Khrushchev the red nosed Russian you'll go down in history
Hanging from a dead oak tree.

Circleville, Oh

Anonymous said...

I wrote this song in 1959-60.
Was in second or third grade.

my mom read the political page of the newspaper every day to myself and my brothers. She was concerned about US, Cuba/ Russian relationships.

I wrote it at the kitchen table
And read it to her. Then I brought it to school. My classmates loved it. I wrote it down for Gary Flynn, and I remember he was going to a birthday party and teased me about telling everyone he wrote it.


I wish I knew about publishing at that time, since versions of the song were made and changed and people are taking it as their own.


Original!

Khrushchev the bald headed Russian had a very shiny head and if you ever saw it you would drop dead. All of the other Russians use to laugh and call him names they never let poor khrushchev join in any Russian games. Then one foggy Russian eve Castro came to say,Khrushchev with your head so bright won't you guide my satelite then all the other Russians loved him as they shouted out with glee Khrushchev the bald headed Russian you'll go down in history

Navy Brat said...

Little kid in 1960s Key West.
The song I remember being taught:
Khrushchev the bald headed Russian had a very shiny head and if you ever saw it you would even say it's red. All of the other Russians used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor Khrushchev join in any Russian games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve Castro came to say. Khrushchev with your head so bright won't you guide my satellite. Then all the Russians loved him as they shouted out with glee. Khrushchev the bald headed Russian. You'll go down in World War III.

Unknown said...

We sang this in East Vandergrift, PA in the early 60's.

Anonymous said...

I am from Ohio and we sang this song in the mid to late 60s.