"Avenue B" as written by Eliot Ferguson, Eugene Hutz, Oren Kaplan, Yuri Lemeshev, Sergey Ryabstev and Rea Mochiach....
Ai ai ai ai ai, woo woo woo
Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you
Ai ai ai ai ai, woo woo woo
Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you
Ai ai ai ai ai, a-woo woo woo
Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you

Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B
No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree
Ai, razminku yershikom provodim my
Nobody learn no nothing from no history

Tall little Sally plays with magic pebbles
Dasha sells equipment to the Chechnya rebels
Ya vyhozhu iz anala v astral
Tam mnogo chego slyshal no ne zapisal
Nesmotrya na Se.Sheh.Ah ne poterayl azarta
Buhayu strogo kazhdoe vosmoye marta
Sitting in the bath-house on Avenue B
And never agree

Sally, all empires fall, even trends they fade away
Even complete strangers (asshole) can lead you astray
But god damn it, this round is on me
Nobody learns no nothing from no history

Ai, woo woo woo
Oh, not me, not you
Ai, woo woo woo
Oh, not me, not you

Tall little Sally, my darling
Your panic's so charming
Your shopping techniques are amazing
Celebrity erudition disarming
Tall little Sally, my darling
Your panic's so charming
Tall little Sally, my darling
Yura, viruchai! (Yura viruchil!)

Ai, woo woo woo
Oh, not me, not you
Ai, woo woo woo
Oh, not me, not you

Sitting in a Russian bath house on the Avenue B
No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree
Ai ai ai ai ai, a-woo woo woo
Ai ai ai ai ai, not me, not you


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"Avenue B" as written by Eugene Hutz Eliot Ferguson

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