Russians at the Door (Petrov and Boshirov Blues)

Mr. Petrov and Basherov. Shooby doobab, shooby doobab. Ruthless bloody Russian spies. Shooby doobab, shooby doobab. Here they crawl alone in darkness. Shooby doobab, shooby doobab. Their hearts are cold as ice. Shooby doobab, shooby doobab. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They ring the bell. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They came from hell. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They came from hell. They got poison and explosives. Their mission is to kill. Stay away from any contact. Their touch can make you ill. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They ring the bell. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They came from hell. Mr. Petrov drinks some vodka. So did Basherov too. And every chart in their pockets. Their shoes will kill you. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They ring the bell. Russians at the door. Russians at the door. They came from hell