This video is hilarious. No offense to any Russians here.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWTFG3J1CP8[/youtube]
I am the man who arranges the blocks,
That descend upon me from up above,
They come down
And I spin them around
Till they fit in the ground like hand in glove,
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall
Then I see
That I have misjudged it
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must there be so many T's?
I am the man who arranges the blocks,
That continue to fall from up above,
I must go fight!
Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love!
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry,
But the workers will rise!
We will not compromise!
For we know that the old regime must die!
Long live Lenin, kill the czar,
We salute the Sickle and Star!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above
The food on your plate
Now belongs to the State
A collective regime of peace and love!
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
The heads of the crew, what they say goes,
The rule of the game
Is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows
Long live Stalin, he loves you,
Sing these words or you know what he will do!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazatchstan
They come two weeks late
And they don't tessellate
But we're working to Stalin's Five-Year Plan,
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away,
The Fuhrer is dead!
And Europe is red!
Let us point all our guns at the U.S.A.!
We shall live forevermore,
We can start a nuclear war!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base,
Hip-hip Hurrah
For the U.S.S.R.!
We are sending our men to outer space!
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I come home to my wife in tears,
What's the point of it all,
When you're building a wall,
And in front of your eyes it disappears?!
Pointless work for pointless pay,
This is one game I will not play!
I am the man who arranges the blocks...
...But tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed,
The winter is cold,
I've got plenty of gold,
And I'm standing in line for a loaf of bread.
...Maybe we'd be better off,
If we brought down Gorbachev!
I am the man who arranges the blocks,
That continue to fall from up above,
The market is free!
So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The market is free!
So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
And now the wall is down,
The Marxists frown,
There's foreign shops all over town,
When in Red Square,
We'll no despair,
There's Levi's and McDonalds there,
The U.S. gave us crystal meth,
And Yeltzen drank himself to death,
But now the news is good, that's good
And who gets in our way?
So we reject free enterprise,
And once again the left will rise!
Prepare the flags to be unfurled,
'Cause we're seceding from the world!
We shall regain the Georgian soil,
We shall obtain the Arctic oil,
We shall arrange the blocks and toil,
Forever and a day!
GAME OVER
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