[Verse 1]
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The harems of the desert are a sight to behold
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And the harlots are lovely and fair
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But the fairest, a Greek, belonged to a sheikh
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Called Abdul Abulbul Amir.
[Verse 2]
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A travelling brothel came down from the North
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That was privately run for the Tsar
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Who often would brag that none could out-shag
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Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
[Verse 3]
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A day was arranged for the spectacle great
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A visit was planned by the Tsar
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And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame
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Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar
[Verse 4]
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They met at the track with cocks at the slack
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A starter's gun punctured the air
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Both were quick to the rise, the crowd gaped at the size
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Of Ivan and Abdul Amir
[Verse 5]
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They worked through the night neath the pale yellow light
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Old Abdul he revved like a car
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But he could not compete with the slow steady beat
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of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[Verse 6]
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The wager was won, Ivan shouldered his gun
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And bent down to polish the pair
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When something red hot up his back passage shot
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It was Abdul Abulbul Amir
[Verse 7]
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The harlots turned green, the men shouted "Queen!"
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They were ordered to part by the Tsar
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Twas bloody bad luck, for Abdul was stuck
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Up Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[Verse 8]
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When at last they were broke, the cream of the joke
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Was laughed at for years by the Tsar
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For Abdul, the fool, had left half his tool
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Inside Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[Verse 9]
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The sad Grecian maiden her long vigil keeps
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With a husband whose tastes have turned queer
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With the nights growing long, she longs for the dong
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Of Abdul Abulbul Amir