[Verse 1] Vitya the troll, with envy so green, Wanted to be like the Goat, all serene. He thought if he tricked her, he’d steal her grace, But little did he know, she'd win the race! "Hee-hee!" she laughed, and with a flick, She tossed him cucumbers, iron and thick! Vitya was stuck, pants heavy and tight, Full of iron cucumbers, what a sight! [Chorus] Hee-hee! Oh, Vitya, see? Your envy got you into misery! The Goat’s not one to be outdone, She gave you cucumbers, now you’re on the run! Take what you’re given, don’t fight your fate, Iron cucumbers, sealing your hate! [Verse 2] Vitya was jealous, wanted her fame, But all of his efforts were wasted in shame. He tried to outsmart her, with envy so bold, But ended up with cucumbers, heavy and cold. "Hee-hee!" she smirked, her eyes full of glee, "You thought you could trick me, but now you see! Your jealousy’s thick, but my iron’s thicker, And now you’re stuck, not moving quicker!" [Chorus] Hee-hee! Oh, Vitya, see? Your envy got you into misery! The Goat’s not one to be outdone, She gave you cucumbers, now you’re on the run! Take what you’re given, don’t fight your fate, Iron cucumbers, sealing your hate! [Bridge] Vitya groaned, "Why me, oh why?" But envy’s weight never lets you fly. "Accept what is given, stop the charade, Your jealousy’s brought you this iron parade!" The Goat like a queen, with a laugh so bright, Left Vitya in shadows, lost in the night. His envy was strong, but her lesson was too, With Sidorova's Goat, there’s no break-through! [Chorus] Hee-hee! Oh, Vitya, see? Your envy got you into misery! The Goat’s not one to be outdone, She gave you cucumbers, now you’re on the run! Take what you’re given, and learn it well, Iron cucumbers — your jealous spell!
