| One bright and sunny mornin' down on avenue b
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| As i was returnin' home from a night of debauchery
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| I met me landlord boris, «yo,» sez he
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| «would ya ever go over to czechoslovakia
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| Marry me daughter for me?»
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| He waved a pistol and 5000 dollars in me face
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| «she better be a virgin, when she hits the states»
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| I told him i had some business with the pope in rome
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| So he threw in a ticket to italy on me way back home
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| Would you ever go over to czechoslovakia, marry me daughter for me
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| She’s the finest girl in prague, you’ll ever see
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| Her name is citizen gertie, a communist is she
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| She wants to come to america, be a capitalist like me
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| When i landed in slovakia, i drank a dozen pints
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| But when i caught a glimpse of gertie i nearly died of fright
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| She was 6 feet in her stockings, she viewed me with dismay
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| «is this the best they can do for me in the dear old usa?»
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| But despite me splittin' headache, i wooed her like a man
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| And very soon thereafter we were married in prague
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| I remembered boris' pistol and me vow of chastity
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| But when she pinned me to the bed that night, i gave up instantly.
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| Bright and early next mornin' i went to see the pope in rome
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| Gertie left for america, make new york her home
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| She landed down on avenue b lookin' for a mansion grand
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| Boris was drunk, the building stunk, the city was mad
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| She’d been had
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| This was the height of depravity — not what she’d seen on mtv…
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| I wasn’t farin' much better with the holy father in rome
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| Some turkish wiseguy whacked him and he wasn’t even at home
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| So i landed back in new york oh so sad
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| Stared down the barrel of boris’s gun, jeez was he ever mad
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| He accused me of buggerin' his daughter but to make matters worse
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| She’d spent over 20 grand in macys and in saks
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| She sat there in her underwear, gave me a dirty wink
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| But when i thought about the credit cards me love began to shrink
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| So we drove her out to kennedy 14 trunks and all
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| And we said a prayer for the holy father back in rome
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| But as her plane rose over rockaway, boris he said to me
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| «would you ever go over to czechoslovakia and marry me daughter for me…» |