Chestnut Haired Bolshevik by Kunos Lyrics
In the tiny city, there was this trainer man
His name was Daniel, but we called him Uncle Sam
Always carried his big old stick, and even bigger words
Beats up the chestnut haired bolshevik, who tries to ruin his world
A little boy got caught, stealing his old red cap
He said “That’s some damn trouble you bought”, the boy prepared for a slap
But it wasn’t a beating or a kung fu kick, waiting for our hero to receive
Sam told him “Little bolshevik, I’ll teach ya how to be a thieve!”
And his face turned red, he got a lesson he had never learned
All he ever ate was bread, ‘cause that is all he ever earned
Oh that boy, he got taught
The little wisdoms that didn’t matter anyway
After dashing through his brain, Uncle Sam thought ‘job well done’
He gave the boy his own beating cane, because it could beat a gun
Sent him out to spread the gossip, and if he’d fail his quest at first
The man would tell his boy to boss up, and quench his feral bloodthirst
As the floor turned red, the bear inside woke up and
Busted all his enemies’ heads, use them as a Viking cup
Oh that boy, he got taught
Little wisdoms that didn’t matter anyway
No more, boy! Forget that path
Go back to your chestnut coloured hair, stop your wrath!
But he never did
But he never did
But he never did
His name was Daniel, but we called him Uncle Sam
Always carried his big old stick, and even bigger words
Beats up the chestnut haired bolshevik, who tries to ruin his world
A little boy got caught, stealing his old red cap
He said “That’s some damn trouble you bought”, the boy prepared for a slap
But it wasn’t a beating or a kung fu kick, waiting for our hero to receive
Sam told him “Little bolshevik, I’ll teach ya how to be a thieve!”
And his face turned red, he got a lesson he had never learned
All he ever ate was bread, ‘cause that is all he ever earned
Oh that boy, he got taught
The little wisdoms that didn’t matter anyway
After dashing through his brain, Uncle Sam thought ‘job well done’
He gave the boy his own beating cane, because it could beat a gun
Sent him out to spread the gossip, and if he’d fail his quest at first
The man would tell his boy to boss up, and quench his feral bloodthirst
As the floor turned red, the bear inside woke up and
Busted all his enemies’ heads, use them as a Viking cup
Oh that boy, he got taught
Little wisdoms that didn’t matter anyway
No more, boy! Forget that path
Go back to your chestnut coloured hair, stop your wrath!
But he never did
But he never did
But he never did