Borscht isn't soup — it's pure fuel. Whether you're weeding the yard, chopping winter firewood, or digging trenches in the mud — after a hard day’s work, only one thing can put you back on your feet: a massive, steaming pot of borscht. This song is our loud, wild anthem to this legendary dish!
Listen here: Crazy for Borscht!
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🎤 Lyrics:
Momma, I just weeded out the yard,
Fed the pigs and chickens, working hard!
I could eat a barrel, I won't lie!
Give me Ukrainian borscht before I die!
Momma, I just planted all the roots,
Cut the hay and muddied up my boots.
Mashing up the garlic and the fat,
Give me Ukrainian borscht, and that is that!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Honey, I just swaddled up our son,
Chopped the winter firewood, got it done.
Going out to scrub the iron pot,
Give me Ukrainian borscht, and make it hot!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Captain, I've been digging in the mud,
Hands are full of blisters, sweat and blood.
I'll forgive the camp cook going AWOL,
Just give me Ukrainian borscht to fix it all!
Damn it, what a massive fucking mess,
The cook ran away in sheer distress!
Bless this iron cauldron, one, two, three!
I'll cook Ukrainian borscht myself, you'll see!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
I'll cook me a pot of borscht!
I'll cook me a pot of borscht!
Going crazy without borscht!
Cross my path, you'll get fucking scorched!
Make me a pot of borscht!
Make me a pot of borscht!