A soldier was walking home,
And he met some guys on the way
"Hey guys, who is your mother?"
The soldier asked them that day
And he met some guys on the way
"Hey guys, who is your mother?"
The soldier asked them that day
Our mother is Anarchy!
Our father - a glass of wine.
All of them wore leather jackets,
All of them were not very tall.
The soldier tried to move past them,
But he couldn't get through at all
A rather unusual joke
Those guys played on him afterwards
They painted his face red and blue,
And they made him say bad words.
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