my friend is a russian spy

I met a man from Moscow, called him Ivan the Bold, He wore a furry hat, said it kept out the cold. He loved his mother Russia, said Putin's always right, But I could tell by his eyes, he needed some light. My friend was a Russian spy, but now he loves this land, Swapped his borscht for apple pie, and freedom's grandstand. He left behind the old ways, now he's seen the truth, In the home of the brave, he’s found his new roots. He talked about the Kremlin, and how they never lie, But then we watched the news, he had to blink an eye. Showed him cheeseburgers and hot dogs, the good ol' American dream, Now he's quoting Jefferson, like a firework's gleam. My friend was a Russian spy, but now he loves this land, Swapped his borscht for apple pie, and freedom's grandstand. He left behind the old ways, now he's seen the truth, In the home of the brave, he’s found his new roots. He used to think the USA was just a tale to spin, Now he's got a cowboy hat, and a big ol' Texas grin. Singing country music, and loving rock 'n' roll, Trading in his vodka for a good Kentucky soul. Now he's grilling in the backyard, with a Bud Light in his hand, He says, "America's the best, I finally understand!" From Putin's little puppet to an all-American guy, He's got a star-spangled heart, and I'm proud to say that's why... My friend was a Russian spy, but now he loves this land, Swapped his borscht for apple pie, and freedom's grandstand. He left behind the old ways, now he's seen the truth, In the home of the brave, he’s found his new roots. So here's to my buddy, Ivan the ex-spy, Together we’ll toast freedom, under the American sky. From Moscow to Montana, he’s living large and free, In the home of the brave, where every man can be.