It takes ten years just to get your stinking leg up Then five more to make it not look like shit
Soviet children: form a crowd Sized and tested Who will be a star Hero of passion of whom they'll say: She took her final breath in grand plier
O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! You were a swan but now you're swimming in the caribbean O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life
Everybody's asking me: Where is Mary? I don't see her at the theater Or the parties
That's right Because she's carving bamboo Far from the artistic milieu Never thought she'd live without Allegiance to a life of art
O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! You were a swan but now you're swimming in the caribbean O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life
La-la-la...
Life changes One day it's egg shells and bread Married to an intellect The next you drive a corvette
Things change You live your life for the stage 'Til your kidney floats away Throw in a car accident
A time for art A time for living Sometimes the two can be conflicting And mama I'll meet you at Caribana Together we're the highest form of art
O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! You were a swan but now you're swimming in the caribbean O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! Nobody knows how you can live without the love of your life O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! Too bad your pirouettes now look almost as bad as mine O! My mother! Russian Ballerina! Who needs that bullshit we can drink at the casino all night