The Interview (Summit Chanted Meeting)

Lyrics

[Intro: Voice 1] Our fellow Americans, I have been waiting here In the cerement for hours to interview off the record The last family, well here on every wall in every room There is a portrait of Mr. K And no matter where I look (He's everywhere! He's everywhere) Oh look, here he comes now! [Verse] Voice 2: Oh Doug, Doug, here, sit down (And I'll make a pot of coffee) V1: Oh, no thank you, I'll sit here and (You can tell me those sweet lies) Nikiter, since the Cuban crisis, how much of the country Do you think you'll end up with? (This land is my land, from California, to the New York islands) V1: Oh, and just how do you intend to go about conquering it? V2: Easy, I'll take take (Just a little bit now, and a little bit later) V1: Tell me, Nikiter, what do you really think of the debated one? (He's a rebel and he'll never be any good) V2: I got a letter from him saying (All the love, have I ever sent you goodbye) V1: And, uh, what's going to happen next? V2: Mrs. K and I are going to adopted him as a member Of the last family, oh here he is now (Hello Trouble) (Dont' bug me man) V2: Oh don't cry Fidel, you should be happy (You think I should be happy with your money and your name) V2: Oh now didn't I told you Fidel, I'm gonna officially Adopted you tomorrow (But I'm a eve might live to see tomorrow) V1: Uh, Nikiter, I am worried about the mayor Tuscon and Your situation V2: Look, what can I do? If I told him once I told him a hundred times (Son, don't go near the Indians, please stay away) And I must say, Ted, this V1: Oh no (You got the right string, baby, but the wrong yo-yo) V1: Ah yeah, I'm Jack V2: Oh right, it's hard to keep track Unjust how many are there in Washington now V1: Well there's (Johnny and Richie, Neil and Bobby, Jack and Griff) Nikiter, I'd like to meet the First Lady of the last family Where could I get hold of Mrs. K? (He's your hand, off my favorite) That there is not what I meant V2: Ah, it is Mrs. K's rule room V1: Why is it so dark in here? (Got her some boards, cover the windows) Tell me Mrs. K, why don't you get out? (I can't break away from all of these chains) One last question Mrs. K, don't you think that American Men are more appealing than Russian men? I mean don't you think I'm a rather good looking V2: She likes them younger V1: Well who would you prefer over me, Mrs. K? (I wanna be, the obvious girl)