| Grandma, do you remember what day it was?
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| I've become forgetful already, you know.
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| Just before the events
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| Light to see who you're shooting at.
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| A familiar student got me a revolver,
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| From hands still gives scorched.
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| My uncle was a leftist mystic
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| My great-grandfather came here from Lyon.
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| Chorus:
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| And the dog waltz was invented by my dad,
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| When he was kicked out for leaflets.
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| The sailors loved the dog waltz,
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| My dad was just giving them rifles.
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| The dog waltz was played in saloons
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| On all ships going to sea...
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir.
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| Grandmother! |
| Do you remember what day it was?
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| I'll draw the chalk in green:
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| The cruiser "Polyn" entered the source,
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| Juices and water flowed salty.
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| Grandma, I won't be able to report
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| For all arrears in the staff convoy.
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| My godfather burned down at work in Pomgol,
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| Mother was a serf on a collective farm,
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| And the dog waltz was invented by my dad!
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| Grandma, do you remember that day
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| We were standing at the pier
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| And you looked after the ships,
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| But she didn't notice anything.
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| Your girlfriends and their parents,
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| Probably still waved handkerchiefs,
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| And I corrected on your head
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| A bow made of some airy fabric…
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| Chorus:
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| The dog waltz was invented by his dad,
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| (Woof woof woof)
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| When there was nothing left to do.
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| The dog waltz was played in prisons
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| On all parts of the naked body.
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| To the sounds of the team's dog waltz
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| Standing on the quarterdeck in the open sea...
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir.
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang in the Kuban choir,
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| The girl sang, the girl sang
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| The girl sang, the girl ... |