Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, sir,
You've got the big red 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 the madness; and it will remain
Your only way to live day by day.

Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are heading to success.
Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are vicious and obsessed.

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

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

Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are heading to success.
Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are vicious and obsessed.

Mr. S, Mr. S,
Mr. S, you did your best.

Hey, mr. Saakashvilli, fool,
You're the one who deserves to be named a goon.
You're a jerk with the twisted rule
Who can lead your land to the total doom...

Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are heading to success.
Mr. S, Mr. S,
You are vicious and obsessed.