Ivan Volkov runs the railroad - in the Russian lands.
Carries lumber by the train load - just to keep up with demands.
You can see him reminiscing - in his old worn-out office car.
There's no doubt that he is missing - the U.S.S.R.

In U.S.S.R. - was rail commisar.
He had perks of party membership.
'Though the days are gone - Ivan labors on,
Struggling to maintain his grip.

Putin's friends are shaking down Ivan.
Pay our cut or we will disrupt - abruptly.
All through Russia there's this connivin'
For the government's corrupt.

They all say
Yo! Yo! Rakin' in more dough.
That's the way that it's done. Da, we all know.
Yo! Yo! Rubles will now flow.
Ivan misses Uncle Joe.