Russian Ballerina
It takes ten years just to getYour stinking leg upThen five more to make itNot look like shit
Soviet children form a crowdSized and testedWho will be a star
Hero of passion of whom they'll sayShe took her final breath in grand plie
O! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
You were a swanBut now you're swimming in the Carribean
O! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life
Everybody's asking meWhere is Mary?I don't see her at the theatreOr the parties
That's right, becauseShe's carving bambooFar from the artistic millieu
Never thought she'd live withoutAllegiance to a life of art
Oh! My mother! Russian ballerina!
You were a swan but now you're swimming in the Carribean
Oh! My mother! Russian ballerina!
Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life
La la la,la la la la la (x4)
Life changesOne day its eggshells and breadMarried to an intellectThe next you drive a corvette
Things changeYou live your life for the stageTil your kidney floats awayThrown in a car accident
A time for artA time for livingSometimes the two can be conflicting
And mama I'll meet you at CaribanaTogether we're the highest form of art
Oh! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
You were a swan but now you're swimming in the Caribbean
Oh! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life
Oh! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
Too bad your priuettes now look almost as bad as mine
Oh! My mother!Russian Ballerina!
Who needs that bullshit we can drink at the casino all night
(Everybody now!)
La la la,la la la la la (x6)