When a man can’t get it up anymore,
	What is there left but to go to war?
He may not think with the brain on his head
	But only the little one between his legs.		
		What can you do with a drunken sailor?
			What should we do with a drunken sailor?
   		   Here’s what you do with this drunken sailor
			Any given mornin’.
Fill up the buckets with Russian blood now.
	Bring in the buckets to fill with blood now.
   Buckets and buckets of Russian blood now – 
	Early in the war now.
		Will that get through to your little brain now? 
			What’ll get through to your little brain now?
   		   How much blood do you really want now?
			Early in the war still.
Hey, yo, up it’s risin’, 
	hey-ho, up it’s risin’, 
   Now he’s got it up now:
	‘Special Operation’.
		Poke him in the gut with a dirty dirk, hey!
			He’s so keen with a dirk in the gut, hey!
  		    A million bucks for his crimson belly:
			Justice for a tyrant.
Take him to Den Haag and leave him hangin’.
	In The Hague with gavels bangin’
   You can be sure that he’ll be singin’.
	Damn his operation!
		Bring him on home in a flag-draped coffin
			Lay him out in a flag-draped coffin,
		       Paint it in red with the blood he spilled there,
			Early in the war, now.
Ёб ты, никогда же, 
	Ёб ты, никогда же,
    Никогда мы не потерпим это иго.
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