You're given two sets of clues
With the answers all the same
And a two-speed crossword
Called 'Love in the Suds'
Your bullet holes are screaming
Wearing shoes you should be seen in
With a brave knife and fork
We're all set to go flying
Comes trouble--here comes trouble
Your thought for the weeks
In the river river river
Feels something like a crow
Flying round with the planes
And the fish down under
Coming up with rust inside
And your summer days were spent
Collecting soap opera stories
Comes trouble--here comes trouble
Saved by the music makers
Speed boats to freedom
With the beautiful people
Bullet holes in your head
But you're running out of time
And you're running out of freedom
Now the animal crackers
All set to go flying
Switch to Russian 
