The Lyrics
Moscow Mitch by Jeff “Dr Chordate” Moran
Vlady, wanna know my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, do your will, my Vlady.
Vlady, wanna know my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, it’s your will, my Vlady.
Vlady, check me out, my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, don’t you doubt, my Vlady.
Vlady, talk to me, my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, check me out, my Vlady.
Every Mitch wants to be a Moscow Mitch, to know the mind of Vlady, answer his demands.
Russian in the mornings, chelovek, caviar for lunch, my love grows.
You better believe it, he’s a Moscow Mitch.
Glad he’s going down with anyone he can. Pri-vet, pri-vet..
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Vlady, you’re so cool, my Vlady, love to bop my Vlady.
Vlady, please appease my Vlady, I agrees with Vlady.
Vlady, I adore my Vlady, Vlady, come explore my Vlady.
Vlady, made by God, my Vlady, Vlady, you’re so good, my Vlady.
You can tell a Moscow Mitch, by his funky walk, turtle necks, and leather BVDs.
He gets funky with his Vlady, call him Mister Senator, chained to his Vlady.
You better believe that he’s a Moscow Mitch, likes to be a leader, always addresses his Vlady.
Pri-vet, pri-vet! Moscow, Moscow Mitch, I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Vlady, wanna know my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, do your will, my Vlady.
Vlady, wanna know my Vlady, Vlady, ditka, it’s your will, my Vlady.
Every Mitch wants to be a Moscow Mitch, to live a servile life, Moscow Mitch makes a stand.
None of your own life and ideas. Possessed by strength of diffidence, that’s a skill.
You better believe that he’s a Moscow Mitch, likes to be a leader, always addresses his Vlady.
As a special god-son in our great land.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.
Moscow, Moscow Mitch. I wanna be a Moscow Mitch.