Parody Lyrics by Joan Levin, 2018)
That crafty Russky whom I owe so much,
He's got me all the way to my last dime,
To fund the golf clubs where I play and dine!
I'll soon look deep in Comrade Putin's eyes,
And then I'll see my fortunes start to rise,
Though his toothy smile,
Looks like a crocodile,
I'll splash around in his swamp for a while!
For he's the bankroll I have waited for,
And I'm his R.O.I. and so much more!
So in Helsinki when we meet --
I'll give it up for him,
Take it on the chin,
It's gotta be, some kind of love!
Monday, June 16, 2018
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| Not one of my originals, but I liked it! |
