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