Ol’ Putin flexed his muscles bare chested
And showed the world he’s a man’s man.
As a leader he can’t be bested
Cause Putin is the man with the plan.
He don’t like way Bush in any form
(Now there is a novel thought)
And he will decide what will be the norm
Deciding what ethics will be taught.
I think he is rattlin’ the sabre
Threatin’ Americans everywhere
Well his rhetoric is like eatin’ capers
Which taste like rancid rat hair.
I wonder if Mr. Putin has ever seen
The clips of that Khrushchev man
Who almost busted his spleen
Pounding his shoe for an infernal span.
I think he said he would bury us too
And that we should listen close
‘Cause missles he had more than a few
To annihilate America coast to coast.
Well missles never filled the sky
And soon left that Cuba place
Making his threat more of a lie
And Khrushchev left with an eggy face.
Mr. Putin put your shirt back on
I don’t need to see no hairy chest
To know peace will soon be gone
When countries have to prove whose best.
