A New President ... Another Summit ... But the Same "Russian Idiot." So, Sing Along...
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Don't wanna be a f'ing Russian idiot
Don't wanna be some Putin pinko commie nut
Nor want to live where the land never thaws
I never learned my alphabet from ahh to jah
They all live on borscht and bear meat
And they live in apartments without heat
They don't even know what's a shopping mall
And you know what else is puzzling?
All that Vodka that they're guzzling
Can't take 'em seriously at all
Nerve agents and chaos is what they export
They treat murder just like it's a real sport
They think their accent is mysterious
That it makes them sound more imperious
Sure they got their national anthem
As the Red Army goes goose-steppin'
But they got Maria Sharapova
Never pushed that button called "Reset"
Dream of flyin' a MiG fighter jet
From Murmansk to Kamchatka
Don't wanna be a f'ing Russian idiot
And I can't stand Vladimir's crafty smugness
Tell you the truth, he makes me kinda nervous
So we need a higher state of readiness
Always hear the same kind of story
Him talking about past days of glory
Tell me what kind of freaks are that obsessed?
It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'
So quick, before they see it comin'
Time for a pre-emptive strike!
...
© 2018. Becky Romero
You may republish these lyrics, but only if you give me credit and link to this page
Don't wanna be a f'ing Russian idiot
Don't wanna be some Putin pinko commie nut
Nor want to live where the land never thaws
I never learned my alphabet from ahh to jah
They all live on borscht and bear meat
And they live in apartments without heat
They don't even know what's a shopping mall
And you know what else is puzzling?
All that Vodka that they're guzzling
Can't take 'em seriously at all
Nerve agents and chaos is what they export
They treat murder just like it's a real sport
They think their accent is mysterious
That it makes them sound more imperious
Sure they got their national anthem
As the Red Army goes goose-steppin'
But they got Maria Sharapova
Never pushed that button called "Reset"
Dream of flyin' a MiG fighter jet
From Murmansk to Kamchatka
Don't wanna be a f'ing Russian idiot
And I can't stand Vladimir's crafty smugness
Tell you the truth, he makes me kinda nervous
So we need a higher state of readiness
Always hear the same kind of story
Him talking about past days of glory
Tell me what kind of freaks are that obsessed?
It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'
So quick, before they see it comin'
Time for a pre-emptive strike!
...
© 2018. Becky Romero
You may republish these lyrics, but only if you give me credit and link to this page