Where have you gone Lieutenant Ivanov? You`re coming out of the closet, seeking love You`re celebrating your new status with parade You are surronded by tran-sports of first grade When bringing home that, which never bends You make you neighbours hide their rear ends Your treasure stiking out due to rush Is making all the small girls blush And when at night you`re burning midnight oil We hear screams of insects that you boil And smell the death like flies, who touched your pees Oh G-d on High don`t make me anemy of his!
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