Glorious Russian

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ANNOUNCER: Attention please: Trans Soviet Airways wish to announce the arrival of Flight Nyet, Nyet, Nyet, from East Berlin, where a convention of party bricklayers has been cementing Good-"wall" relations with West Berlin! ANYA: My mother said I never should Mix with subversive reactionary elements in the wood If I did, she would say You'll only end up as a decadent Subservient western imperialistic Political puppet one day I'm a glorious Russian comrade Born on glorious Russian soil I was part of my glorious parents' Five year plan I eat glorious Russian salad That's imported from the West And drink glorious Russian vodka when I can I've got fourteen glorious brothers Down a glorious Russian mine I've got fifteen glorious sisters and a cat And the lot of us live together In such glorious Russian bliss In a glorious Soviet Russian two-room flat Father is a glorious Russian dustman Mother drives a glorious Russian tram Grandma drives a lorry though she's ninety-four And Grandpa does not give a Russian damn We've got glorious Russian heroes Up in glorious Russian space And the glorious Russian news is one day soon We'll live happily ever after On a vast collective farm Somewhere on the glorious Soviet Russian moon!