Lyrics Glorious Russian - Jr. , Sammy Davis

My mother said
I never should
Mix with subversive reactionary elements
In the wood

If I did
She would say
"You'll only end up
As a decadent subservient western imperialistic
Political puppet one day"

I'm a glorious Russian comrade
Born on glorious Russian soil
I was part of my glorious parents'
Five-year plan
I eat glorious Russian salad
That's imported from the west
And drink glorious Russian vodka
When I can
Oy!

I've got fourteen glorious brothers
Down a glorious Russian mine
I've got fifteen glorious sisters
And a cat
And the lot of us live together
In such glorious Russian place
In a glorious soviet Russian two-room flat
Oy!

Father is a glorious Russian postman
Mother drives a glorious Russian tram
Grandma drives a tractor
Though she's ninety-four
And Grandpa doesn't give a Russian damn

We've got glorious Russian writers
Locked in glorious Russian jails
And glorious Russian news says
One fine day
We'll live happily ever after
On a vast collective farm
Somewhere in the glorious soviet U.S.A