Miss Pavilichenko(SIC)'s well known to fame; Russia's your country, fighting your game; The whole world will love her for a long time to For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
CHORUS: Fell by your gun, yes, Fell by your gun For more than three hundred nazis fell by gun.
Miss Pavlichenko's well known to fame; Russia's your country, fighting is your game Your smile shines as bright as any new morning sun. But more than three nazidogs fell by your gun.
CHORUS In your mountains and canyons quiet as the deer. Down in your bigtrees (SIC) no fear. You lift up your sight. And down comes a hun. more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun.
CHORUS In your hot summer's heat, in your cold wintery snow, In all of weather you track down your foe; This world will love your sweet face the same way I've done, 'Cause more than three hundred nazzy (SIC) hound fell your gun.
CHORUS I'd hate to drop in a parachute and land enemy in your land. If your Soviet people make it so hard on invadin' men; I wouldn't crave to meet that wrong end of such a pretty lady's gun If her name was Pavlichenko, and Three O One.