All my friends have been taken by the good, good earth. One by one they pa** right through to the six foot under blue milieu. O Natasha, your face is O so Russian and your face is so unlucky. All my friends have been taken by the good, good earth. One by one they pa** right through, revered in soil, the blue milieu. O Natasha, your body is covered in jokes. O Natasha, they made you change your name so you could be a big, big star. Natasha wouldn't. Natalie, she would. I know she wouldn't. I swear, O lordy, she wouldn't. She didn't know how to swim