Finale Silk Stockings Letra

Down with the Emma. V.D.,
And on with the Effa. B.I.
Too bad we couldn't stay in Moscow,
Lenin, pardon us, do.
Instead of being locked up
If we mention our cares,
Or sent to far Siberia
To become bait for bears.
We'll all be sent to Wall Street
To become billionaires.
Too bad,
Too bad,
Too good to be true!