Girls of Russia

I live in a tenement with a houndred thousand mates,
From my mind that’s where they came.

Girls of Russia are not that far away,
Eyes of China keep looking at my way,
Boys of London teach me how to play,
French cigarettes are burning in the ashtray.

There’s a new one every every day,
And even for a million, I won’t leave my place.

Girls of Russia are not that far away,
Eyes of China keep looking at my way,
Boys of London teach me how to play,
French cigarettes are burning in the ashtray.