Where's Andropov and Where's My Baby

With Vladimir Putin’s disappearance from public view running more than 10 days, I will never have a better chance to circulate these truly sophomoric and somewhat off color lyrics from a song that my unfortunately named band wrote in college.

Where’s Andropov

Boys “я” Us

Middlebury Vermont, circa 1983

Verse

A couple months ago my baby ran away

Andropov disappeared on the very same day

I’m sitting here pulling out my hair

Because wherever they are

They’re together somewhere

It’s a political issue and a personal appeal

But the Russians didn’t give a shit how I feel

Bridge

Hey Mr. Andropov, that’s my baby your on top off

I know what you are doing and it ain’t right

So get off my baby, and come out and fight

Chorus

Where’s Andropov, Where’s my baby

Where’s Andropov, Where’s my baby

Verse

I walked right up to the mausoleum

I said where’s Yuri, I gotta see’um

They pointed me to the Kremlin gate

Then said comrade you have to wait

I saw them drive by and it gave me a chill

It was Yuri and my baby in a big black Zil

Bridge

Hey Mr. Andropov, that’s my baby your on top off

I know what you are doing and it ain’t right

So get off my baby, and come out and fight

Chorus

Where’s Andropov, Where’s my baby

Where’s Andropov, Where’s my baby