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Black 47
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Czechoslovakia
Lyricist:Kirwan Laurence T
When I landed in slovakia, I drank a dozen pints But when I caught a glimpse of gertie I nearly died of fright She was 6 feet in her stockings, she viewed me with dismay 'Is this the best they can do for me in the dear old USA?'
But despite me splittin' headache, I wooed her like a man And very soon thereafter we were married in prague I remembered boris' pistol and me vow of chastity But when she pinned me to the bed that night, I gave up instantly
Bright and early next mornin' I went to see the pope in rome Gertie left for America, make new york her home She landed down on avenue b lookin' for a mansion grand Boris was drunk, the building stunk, the city was mad She'd been had Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This was the height of depravity - not what she'd seen on MTV
I wasn't farin' much better with the holy father in rome Some turkish wiseguy whacked him and he wasn't even at home So I landed back in new york oh so sad Stared down the barrel of Boris's gun, jeez was he ever mad He accused me of buggerin' his daughter but to make matters worse She'd spent over 20 grand in macys and in saks She sat there in her underwear, gave me a dirty wink But when I thought about the credit cards me love began to shrink
So we drove her out to kennedy 14 trunks and all And we said a prayer for the holy father back in rome But as her plane rose over rockaway, boris he said to me 'Would you ever go over to Czechoslovakia and marry me daughter for me '
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