Ivan Scavinsky Scavar
the harems of egypt are fine to behold
the harlots the fairest of fair
but the fairest of all was owned by a sheik
called abdul abulbul emir
a travelling brothel came down from the north
twas run privately for the tsar
who waged a hundred that no one could match
ivan scavinsky scavar
a day was arranged for the spectacle great
a holiday proclaimed by the tsar
the streets were all lined with the harlots assigned
to ivan scavinsky scavar
old abdul came in with a triumphal grin
his eye bore a leer of desire
and he started to brag how he could outmatch
ivan scavinsky scavar
all hairs they were shorn no armour was worn
and this suited abdul by far
on a fast action grind
to beat ivan scavinsky scavar
they met on the track not once they looked back
a starters gun punctured the air
they were quick to rise the crowd saw the size
of abdul abulbul emir
they worked all the night in the pale moonlight
old abdul he revved like a car
but he couldn't compete with the slow steady beat
of ivan scavinsky scavar
so ivan he won and he shouldered his gun
he bent down to polish his pair
when something red hot at poor ivan shot
twas abul abulbul emir
the crowd they did shout what's all this cheating about
they were ordered apart by the tsar
twas bloody bad luck for abdul was stuck
with ivan scavinsky scavar
the cream of the joke came when they broke
twas laughed at for years by the tsar
for abdul the fool could not match the cool
of ivan scavinsky scavar.
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