Heck, Jay, that’s not even the worst line in the song. I suppose that this exercise in commie lyrical twaddle is limited by the need to rhyme words with “amor,” but the song also promises ”free ice-creams by the score.”
I know that you are a little soft on ice-cream-related issues, a little pink around the edges, especially on milkshakes, but what of the ice-cream man? As Milton Friedman didn’t say, There’s no such thing as a free sundae.
Not as bad as John Lennon’s “Imagine,” but, still.