Scenes from a Russian Restaurant....
A bottle of fright, a bottle of dread
Perhaps a bottle of lies instead
We'll get a table near K Street
In our old peculiar place
A bottle of dread, a bottle of
fright
It all depends on your lack of sight
I'll tweet you any time you want
In our Russian restaurant
Things are great with me these
days
Got a great job, got a round office
Got a third wife, got a White life
And the family's fine (except Tiffany)
We lost touch with reality long ago
I gained weight you did not know
I could ever look so great after
So much time
Do you remember those days
hanging out
At the Mar-a-Lago
Ill-fitting suits, ill-fitting jackets
And penis-tickling ties
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about Red Square
Soviet beer, Kremlin lights
My sweet romantic pageant nights
Donnie and Vladdy were the
Popular baddies
And the queen and the king
Of the prom
Riding around with their democracy
Down and the white noise on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a shit at the
Beltway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Donny and Vladdy would
Always know how to survive
Donny and Vladdy were still going
Steady in the summer of 2016
When they decided to hack Clinton
By the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
Donny you know you're much too lazy
Vladdy could never afford to live that
Kind of life
But there we were wavin' Donnie and
Vladdy goodbye
They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of hookers from Minsk
A big waterbed that they bought
With the rubles
They had robbed from a couple
Of banks
They started to fight when the
Election got tight
And they just put their faith in
The trolls
They lived in a while in a
State of denial
But it's always the same in the end
Vlad got on his horse as a matter
Of course
And took off his shirt
For his "friend."
Then the spy and the dunce shut
Their pieholes for once
But you can never go back
There again
Donnie and Vladdy had had it
Already by the summer of two thousand nineteen
From the high to the low to
The Meuller shitshow
For the rest of our lives
They couldn't go back to
The traitors
The best they could do was
Embrace the racists
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Donnie and Vladdy
Can't tell you more than I
Told you, so sad we
Are here wavin' Donnie
And Vladdy goodbye
A bottle of dread, a bottle of
fright
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll tweet you anytime you want
In our Russian Restuarant
Scenes from a Russian Restaurant....
A bottle of fright, a bottle of dread
Perhaps a bottle of lies instead
We'll get a table near K Street
In our old peculiar place
A bottle of dread, a bottle of
fright
It all depends on your lack of sight
I'll tweet you any time you want
In our Russian restaurant
Things are great with me these
days
Got a great job, got a round office
Got a third wife, got a White life
And the family's fine (except Tiffany)
We lost touch with reality long ago
I gained weight you did not know
I could ever look so great after
So much time
Do you remember those days
hanging out
At the Mar-a-Lago
Ill-fitting suits, ill-fitting jackets
And penis-tickling ties
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about Red Square
Soviet beer, Kremlin lights
My sweet romantic pageant nights
Donnie and Vladdy were the
Popular baddies
And the queen and the king
Of the prom
Riding around with their democracy
Down and the white noise on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a shit at the
Beltway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Donny and Vladdy would
Always know how to survive
Donny and Vladdy were still going
Steady in the summer of 2016
When they decided to hack Clinton
By the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
Donny you know you're much too lazy
Vladdy could never afford to live that
Kind of life
But there we were wavin' Donnie and
Vladdy goodbye
They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of hookers from Minsk
A big waterbed that they bought
With the rubles
They had robbed from a couple
Of banks
They started to fight when the
Election got tight
And they just put their faith in
The trolls
They lived in a while in a
State of denial
But it's always the same in the end
Vlad got on his horse as a matter
Of course
And took off his shirt
For his "friend."
Then the spy and the dunce shut
Their pieholes for once
But you can never go back
There again
Donnie and Vladdy had had it
Already by the summer of two thousand nineteen
From the high to the low to
The Meuller shitshow
For the rest of our lives
They couldn't go back to
The traitors
The best they could do was
Embrace the racists
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Donnie and Vladdy
Can't tell you more than I
Told you, so sad we
Are here wavin' Donnie
And Vladdy goodbye
A bottle of dread, a bottle of
fright
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll tweet you anytime you want
In our Russian Restuarant
