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    "Czechoslovakia" Lyrics

    Black 47

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    one bright and sunny mornin' down on avenue b
    as i was returnin' home from a night of debauchery
    i met me landlord boris, "yo," sez he,
    "would ya ever go over to czechoslovakia,
    marry me daughter for me?"

    he waved a pistol and 5000 dollars in me face
    "she better be a virgin, when she hits the states"
    i told him i had some business with the pope in rome
    so he threw in a ticket to italy on me way back home

    would you ever go over to czechoslovakia, marry me daughter for me
    she's the finest girl in prague, you'll ever see
    her name is citizen gertie, a communist is she
    she wants to come to america, be a capitalist like me

    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,
    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..."
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Laurence T Kirwan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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