Putin's Song
~ In the Kremlin ~
To the melody of 'In the Ghetto'
Recorded by Elvis Presley, c. 1966
On a cold and dreary Moscow morn
Another Commie baby born
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
Well his mama said
hope you don't like bread
'cos I only have potato shreds
in the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
So he grew up lean
And nasty mean
Joined the KGB
Made him just like me* *Like me, V. Putin
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
Now he didn't see
My raging jealousy --
He thought I'd let him be
Run fast and free --
But truth be known
His seeds were sown
He'd moan and groan
In misery
And I* set him up... *I, V. Putin
He thought fortune smiled:
He'd gun down planes
And he'd shoot up trains
But when he goofed
They fried his brains
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin... (Fadeout)
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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