Мурка

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Once upon a time
In sweet Atlantic-City
Sweet Atlantic-City by the sea...
There was a story -
Makes me cry a river,
Cause it took my love away from me

Mourrka - you my kitty cat
   Mourrka - you my sweety pet
   Mourrka - you were my number one
   Do forgive me, hon'...

When our mob came over
From the old Chicago
Biggest mob and baddest of 'em all -
We got us a killer,
A real wheeler-dealer,
And that killer was a Russian girl
   Famous Russian killer,
   A real wheeler-dealer
   and that killer-dealer was - my girl

Mourrka - was my kitty cat
   Mourrka - was my killer pet
   Mourrka - you were the number one
   Do forgive me, hon'...

Yeah, she went by Mourrka
(That's Russian for a "kitty")
But she was no pussy, to be sure:
She was fast and witty
E'en more than she was pretty
(Made her like a kitty even more!)

Mourrka - you my kitty cat
   Mourrka - you my killer pet
   Mourrka - you were the number one
   Do forgive me, hon'...

We have come to racket
Every city jacket
So the feds put bounty on our head
In a week or so
We start losing people
Many of the boys were turning dead

Well, somebody sold us!
Feds put up the pressure
Had to lay down low to keep my head...
Sipping booze in Harlem,
In my suit of leisure -
There I see my Mourrka with a fed.

I crept up to listen -
She was spilling out
How she's sick n' tired of all the crap
How she would like to
Serve the Law and Order -
Whole damn' Constitution to protect..

Mourrka - you were my kitty cat
   Mourrka - and now you tell 'em that!
   Mourrka - you were my number one
   Honey, what you've done?

We were outnumbered
So we had to pull out
But we vowed a revenge on her head
In the dirty parkland
Near Mourka's lair
We decide to shoot that kitty dead

Howdy-do my Mourrka!
Howdy-do my darling
Howdy-do my Mourrka and goodbye...
You have sold for peanuts
All your friends and lovers
Now is the time for you to die

Mourrka - you were my kitty cat
   Mourrka - shoot that kitty dead!
   Mourrka - you were my number one
   Now forgive me, hon'...

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On the snow white coffin
I wrote:
"Sleep, my kitty"
Even crows were crying "nevermore"...
From the old Chicago
To Atlantic City
I have never seen the likes of her

From the old Chicago
   To Atlantic City
   I shall never see the likes of her

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