I will miss you, Boris
As this spoon of porridge
spills potato vodka tears
What we shared is gone

The accordion plays a song
my former right-hand man
You never got that right
I will miss you, Boris

Matryoshka doll of fears
The further that I looked
and more that I investigated
More faults in you I found

Sputnik blasts into a night
dancing among the stars
The sickle that you hold
My common man Boris
You never got that right

You snooped too much
I never wanted you in labs
I needed you to fight the fight
A factory man I’d champion
or the farmer of our plight
Was your ushanka too tight?
You never stood to my right

Simple instructions, Boris
This was not rocket science
You never stood to my right
You never stood to my right
You never stood to my right
I will miss you, Boris