Mafia Rusa En La Costa Del Sol

Things got rough here in Moscow
I’d almost rather leave this place, don’t want to be seen
I’ve got some cash saved from my last scam
And the fake passport the mafia gave me

Heading to the Costa del Sol, down in Europe
There I won’t have to wear so many clothes
I’ll be just another tourist among the crowd
But I won’t stop drinking Moscowaya

I live in a villa
Far away from the KGB
And if they see me
I’ll just pass for an Englishman
I don’t know how they can’t see
There’s Russian mafia on the Costa del Sol

Gone are the communist days
Everything changes when there’s money in sight
I met a Turk and he’s now my partner
I work little and live well with my business