Too bad
You can't go back to Moscow
No wonder you frown

Too bad
You've got to consent
To stay in this decadent town
Oy Oy Oy!

Too bad
He can't go back to Moscow
And we(?) pity him, do

Instead of writing symphonies for Stalin divine
At home unless you write them you're sent off to a mine
We'll hear you at the Ritz bar singing 'Sweet Adeline'

Too bad (Oy!)
Too bad (Oy!)
Too good to be true (Oy Oy Oy!)

Too bad
They can't go back to Moscow
No wonder they frown

Too bad
They have to remain
So long in this feather-brained town
Oy Oy Oy!
Too bad
They can't go back to Moscow
And we(?) pity them, do

Instead of counting chickens on each farm anywhere
In case a party mеmber has a chicken to spare
You'll see us counting chickеns at the Folies Bergère

Too bad (Oy!)
Too bad (Oy!)
Too good to be true (Oy Oy Oy!)

Too bad (Oy!)
Too bad (Oy!)
Too good to be true (Oy Oy Oy!)