Russian Boy

Come along, children
Now we’re gonna have a little music, like old times

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one’s like my Russian boy

I have travelled ‘round the world
Been [?]
There is one boy, and he is best
One so sweet, oh I am impressed

In Italy, America
The men are so rich
Brazilians taste like heaven
And I love the beach

There is just one in my heart
Bright blue eyes
Don’t know where to start

No, American
No, Italian
No, Brazilian
No one’s like my Russian boy

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He’s my ecstasy of joy

(No one’s like my Russian boy)
(He’s my ecstasy of joy)

These Italians rest so well
They’re a perfume
What a smell, ooh
And New Yorkers got big cars
But my Russian, he showed me the stars

In Italy, America
The men are so rich
Brazilians taste like heaven
And I love the beach

You know what?
I make up my mind
Yes, he’s romantic
He’s my only kind

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one’s like my Russian boy

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He’s my ecstasy of joy

(No one’s like my Russian boy)
(He’s my ecstasy of joy)

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
(No one’s like my Russian boy)

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one’s like my Russian boy

No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He’s my ecstasy of joy