Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, sir,
You've got big red wet bloody blurs
On your tie, on your suit, on your shirt,
On your hands, in your head, in your nerves.

Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, man,
You've got nothing but your broken plans,
You've got madness; madness will remain
Your only way to live day by day.

Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, punk,
You better watch out when you are drunk
Otherwise you'll wake up in the trunk
Of a ticking car in the Central Park.

Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, doll
Of the U.S.A. and N.A.T.O.
Angry puppet, you are nothing more
Than a drop of pee on a sticky floor.

Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, fool,
You're the one who deserves to be named a goon.
You're a jerk, you're an only gook
Who can lead whole world to the total doom...