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
Named Abdul Abulbul Emir.
A travelling brothel
Came down from the north
'Twas run privately
for the tsar,
Who wagered a hundred
No one could outshag
Ivan Scavinsky Scavar,
Old abdul came in
With a snatch by his side,
His eye bore a leer of
desire,
And he started to brag
How he would out shag
Ivan Scavinsky
Scavar.
They met on the track
With cocks at the slack
A starter's gun
punctured the air,
They were both quick to rise,
The crowd gaped at
the size
Of Abdul Abulbul Emir.
They worked all the night
In the pale yellow light,
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 the pair,
when something red hot
up his back
passage shot
'twas abdul abulbul emir.
the harlots turned green,
the crowd shouted " queen ",
they were ordered apart by the tsar,
'twas bloody bad luck
for abdul was stuck
up Ivan Scavinsky Scavar,
the cream of the joke
came when they broke.
'twas laughed at for years by the tsar,
for abdul the fool
left half
his tool
up Ivan Scavinsky Scavar,
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