Uncanny uncanny Well, it was winter or June down in New York City I was floating around gutted and emulsified I'd lease the flesh of a working woman But I never met a whore that was my type There's too much romance here and I'm an outsider "Well, here's an ad that you might like" An unsolicited email from the grand duchy Says they can parcel or post me the perfect wife And oh (Thank You Russia!) Oh oh (Thank You Russia!) OH! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) OH! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) The ad read, the ad read That you could buy yourself the love and the affection that you so conquested For a meek payment of five thousand board game-esque denominations Of the certain sought after currency And oh (Thank You Russia!) Oh oh (Thank You Russia!) OH! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) OH! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) Oh, let's go! OH! (Thank You Russia!) Oh oh (Thank You Russia!) OH! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) OH! Uncanny uncanny! (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) In the back of a cab, in the back of a cab Reading propaganda for the next new phenomenon (Oh, Thank You Russia!) I think of those rusky maggots who tried to con me out of a life of love And neverending minge! (Oh, Thank You Russia!) We will begin again. We will begin again. (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!) I just need to get (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)