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Putin On The Fritz

 (To be sung to the tune of Puttin On The Ritz)

If you’re trapped in a bathroom with no doorknob,

Can’t drink water that’s full of grit,

Putin on the Fritz.

Lobbies without floors, bad lights, unfinished rooms,

Can’t make a call, Web won’t transmit,

Putin on the Fritz.

So you came to see all the snow boarders,

Now stuck in your room – cinnabon hoarder (can you reorder?).

It’s not safe with manholes open on the streets,

Buildings not done, tripping on bricks,

Putin on the Fritz.

Have you seen how Putin’s clad, in each room a shirtless Vlad.

Thank goodness for broken lights, I don’t want to see that sight.

Bad food, no hot water, tell the world on my blotter,

Spending every dime for a wonderful time.

Hey Sochi – this has been one big adventure,

You weren’t ready I must admit,

Putin on the Fritz.

Hotel Room Picture

Hotel Room Picture (Photo source:


Comments on: "Putin On The Fritz" (4)

  1. Linda Lewis said:

    Belongs in the Princess room that we recently stayed in!!! EEEKKK!

  2. So it’s bad enough that I now have that song stuck in my head, but then the picture of Putin? Topless? An image seared into my very soul. And not in a good way. Kudos however for your creative use of both “cinnabon” and “Vlad”

    • I appreciate the compliment but will admit that cinnabon and Vlad should never be used in the same context. I also sincerely apologize for the horrid image and incessant melody, however both seemed necessary at the time.

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