| Tommy Putkins |
[Jun. 23rd, 2007|10:38 pm] |
I went to meet G7 once, as sober as could be,
They gave drunk Polacks missile base, but 'adn't none for me.
The Czechs and Balts were giggling, like schoolgirls on a prom -
I'll watch them all next winter, when they're talking to Gazprom!
For it's Putin this, an' Putin that, an' "nail 'is Commie ass!"
But it's "Russians aren't our enemies!", when they run short of gas.
They're running short on gas, my boy, they're short on oil an' gas,
O it's "Russia's not an enemy", when they've run out of gas! |
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Now Orthodox or Commie, I couldn't care less;
Those Yanks enjoy their baseball, and I'll stick to my chessъ.
My queen's the minnight gasъ yeah, my pawn's the Azeri;
But reading LJ comments is sheer misery :) | |
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