To Russian Girls Wanting To Marry

[Guest]

What's become of you Grushenka,

Where have your Gagarins gone?

Your eyes gaze on America

To be bride to Jim or John.

Virgil is long dead Grushenka,

Shepard is hitting golf balls,

John Glenn kisses babies now,

And when Fred kisses Ninochka

She glows in reds, yellows, blue.

 

Roy Roger's horse died Grushenka,

John Wayne rides the western sky,

Cagney growls at the angels now,

And Lara has abandoned hope

Of finding you, Grushenka.

 

Whose heart you want, Grushenka?

Ringo Starr is a barber now,

Cliburn's hands are ivory now,

And when Fonteyn dances now

She dances caged in glass now.

 

What's come of you Grushenka?

Pavlova wouldn't know you now.

Where have your Gagarins gone?