Lyrics:

Monica and naughty Billy
Got together something silly, oh
Holy wars out of lusty minutes
Another Cuban cigar crisis

Honestly!
Do we need to know if he really came inside her mouth?
How will all this affect me now and later?

You know that we belong in a presidential suite
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet
And when I look over, over my shoulder
I can't see my past, it seems so far away

Found an icon that gave him a hard-on
Little Boris just can't help himself
Got so hot in the decadent nineties
Pass another vodka, dear

We can dance
Till the early hours of the morning catches up
Then we'll return to business if there's any of it left

You know that we belong in a presidential suite
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet
And when I look over, over my shoulder
I can't see my past, it seems so far away


What makes you think that we belong in a presidential suite?
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet, yes indeed
You know that when we met there were fireworks in the sky
Sparkling like dragonflies
Spelling 'All bad folk must die'
And when I look over, over my shoulder
I can't see my past, it seems so far away
It seems so far away, far away