Oh, ho, ho,
Mr. Stalin.
Look what I have!
It's my groove all nice
and shiny, and new...
Now it's with me,
Not YOU!
Oh, ho, ho,
Mr. Stalin.
Look what I've got!
It's my grove all nice,
and shiny, and new...
I bet it's worth a lot!
But I'd never sell it.
Not in a million years.
Because it's mine,
and I love it so.
So I'll forever keep it near.
My heart is exploding with joy.
My groove has come back to me.
And it will forever stay close.
But in a place where you can see!
Oh, ho, ho,
Mr. Stalin.
I'm better than you!
Why, you ask, is this so?
Well, I got back my groove!