A devotchka was leaning over the baboochka
She was very interessovatted in this lighter
I know not why but I was interested in her neezhnies
What a plott she had and her sharries were sladky
I wanted to spat with her all grazzy
So I lit a cancer pretending to care
But then bog spoke to me in all his glory
I knew that he had me by my yarbles
So I retired to the nearest moloko bar