He gets it up every morning knowing he will erase
Kids and women, but that’s just a start
More people are gonna get dead, “Da!”
It’s always the time to kill
“Da! More Bucha kills,” he’ll squeal

Bombing the train station, up the rails and people are blowing
He’s got more to do than just murder passers-by
But his ugly face is showing frustration growing
Not enough kids are croaking, more must die!

He gets it up every morning knowing he will erase
Kids and women, that would warm his heart
If he had one, but there is nada
With genocide lust he’s filled
“Da! More Bucha kills,” he’ll squeal

Onset of WW III would likely fill him with gladness
His nukes stockpile is the apple of his eye
This rank POS exhibits existential madness
The only cure’s to make the bastard die

He gets it up every morning knowing he will erase
Kids and women, but that’s just a start
More people are gonna get dead, “Da!”
It’s always the time to kill
“Da! More Bucha kills,” he’ll squeal