Mamushka Lyrics

Mamuschka, keep it under lock and key,

While swallows fly.

Dosvidanya, open your heart

Under the big, big moonlit sky.

Mom is treading easy, mom is making money.

Mom is treating everyone equal.

And she knows what is good,

And she knows when they're bad.

She'll be on the floor, scrubbing their egos.

Daddy comes for dinner,

Goes to bed with Stolichnaya.

Her daughter kicks his cheek in the early morning.

And mother is back.

She's got swollen feet for breakfast.

She's raising a family,

In between the black print of the Pravda.

Mom sees red, her son sees in pink.

Her son is writing letters in rainbow ink.

Her televisions rocking,

And Donahue keeps talking dirty.

Sitcom, while she's weighing on

20 pounds of memory lane.

Her daughter brings a boyfriend,

Her baby brings a time bomb.

She's got to hide his ponytail,

And sensor all the details.

'Comes on like a brick.

She can't seem to assimilate.

She's going through some changes,

'Cause here every day's a bloody revolution.