I realize that the days of Communist Russia are gone, but the Cold War was just so funny. This song wouldn't have been as fun if it were about Cuba or China, really. Oh, and in order to save space, I just put up the twelth verse. You get the idea.
The Communist Christmas Song
by Matthew Tomlinson
On the twelth day of Christmas my government gave to me:
twelve years of exile,
eleven renamed cities,
ten Kremlin riots,
nine rosy cheeks,
eight pieces of Mir,
seven furry hats,
six fresh turnips,
five liters vodka,
four years of service,
three brutal beatings,
two gallons gas,
and a nuke in Tennessee.
