REMEMBER REMEMBER
OUR LEADER TERESA

Where is your money? 
Is it on your body 
Someone else's body
Anybody's body?

All praise to Teresa,
Our wonderful leader 
In this strange and foreign land 
You took us by the hand 
You were our New Millen-MUM.

You saw us across Moscow roads - saved us
From the mad, fast furious drivers

You were Doctor Teresa to our minor ailments,
But I hope I never have to feel your stethoscope

You were a little frightening at first,
Like a slightly sadistic nurse

YOU WILL NOW LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY
OR YOU WILL BE IN GREAT TROUBLE
SAY GOODBYE TO THINGS LEFT IN ROOMS
THEY HAVE GONE, THEY NEVER EXISTED
SOME OF YOU HAVE THE PERFECT MINDS 
SOME OF YOU NEED THE MOTHER
OH OH WHERE IS VLADIMIR?

You were our foreign exchange lady, dollars, roubles
Sorting out our currency troubles

You taught us to drink the Russian champagne
And many vodkas without pain

You told us all the secrets of the keys 
The Corridor Mistresses with eyes that freeze

You were our indispensable guide to the shops
Controller of our toilet stops

Also our memory - tickets, passport, money 
Under the pillow or on a body somewhere funny

THANK YOU for helping us all you can 
I'm praying you meet a generous man

Even Lenin would be happy in his mausoleum 
If you could come and organise him!

Krushchev, Putin, Breshnev can't compare
To our leader Teresa ... so fair

You dissipated all our fears 
So for you Teresa - THREE CHEERS

By Les Baynton  "The Pub Poet"  Russian Tour 2002

I have enormous respect for the ability to conjure such perceptions, such performance, from the everyday rough-and-tumble of daily life - my dear mother Mary (who was a great painter and letter-writer) always said that "art" was no remote exercise - the perceptions of artists had to interpenetrate everyday life or they were nothing - and I salute Les Baynton - Roger WE

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