It takes ten years just to getnYour stinking leg upnThen five more to make itnNot look like shitnnSoviet children form a crowdnSized and tested nWho will be a starnnHero of passion of whom they'll saynShe took her final breath in grand pliennO! My mother!nRussian Ballerina!nnYou were a swan nBut now you're swimming in the CarribeannnO! My mother!nRussian Ballerina!nnNobody knows how you can live without the love of your lifennEverybody's asking menWhere is Mary?nI don't see her at the theatrenOr the partiesnnThat's right, becausenShe's carving bamboonFar from the artistic millieunnnNever thought she'd live withoutnAllegiance to a life of artnnOh! My mother! Russian ballerina!nnYou were a swan but now you're swimming in the CarribeannnOh! My mother! Russian ballerina!nnNobody knows how you can live without the love of your lifennLa la la,la la la la la (x4)nnLife changesnOne day its eggshells and breadnMarried to an intellectnThe next you drive a corvettennThings changenYou live your life for the stagenTil your kidney floats awaynThrown in a car accidentnnA time for art nA time for living nSometimes the two can be conflictingnnAnd mama I'll meet you at CaribananTogether we're the highest form of artnnOh! My mother! nRussian Ballerina!nnYou were a swan but now you're swimming in the CaribbeannnOh! My mother!nRussian Ballerina!nnNobody knows how you can live without the love of your lifennOh! My mother!nRussian Ballerina!nnToo bad your priuettes now look almost as bad as minennOh! My mother!nRussian Ballerina!nnWho needs that bullshit we can drink at the casino all nightnn(Everybody now!)nnLa la la,la la la la la (x6)