Misc Traditional – Ivan Skavinsky Skavar (Guitar)

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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