Ivan Skavinsky Skavar chords

[VERSE 1]
The [G7]harems of the desert are a [C]sight to behold
And the [F]harlots are lovely and [C]fair
But the [G7]fairest, a Greek, belonged to a [C]sheikh
Call[G7]ed Abdul Abulbul A[C]mir.

[VERSE 2]
A [G7]travelling brothel came [C]down from the North
That was [F]privately run for the [C]Tsar
Who of[G7]ten would brag that none could out[C] -shag
Count [G7]Ivan Skavinsky S[C]kavar.

[VERSE 3]
A [G7]day was arranged for the [C]spectacle great
A [F]visit was planned by the [C]Tsar
And [G7]huge multitudes came, so great was the [C]fame
Of A[G7]bdul and Ivan Skav[C]ar

[VERSE 4]
They [G7]met at the track with c[C]ocks at the slack
A st[F]arter's gun punctured the [C]air
Both were [G7]quick to the rise, the crowd gaped at the [C]size
Of [G7]Ivan and Abdul [C]Amir

[VERSE 5]
They [G7]worked through the night neath the [C]pale yellow light
Old [F]Abdul he revved like a [C]car
But he [G7]could not compete with the slow steady [C]beat
of [G7]Ivan Skavinsky S[C]kavar

[VERSE 6]
The [G7]wager was won, Ivan [C]shouldered his gun
And bent [F]down to polish the [C]pair
When [G7]something red hot up his back passage [C]shot
It was [G7]Abdul Abulbul A[C]mir

[VERSE 7]
The [G7]harlots turned green, the [C]men shouted "Queen!"
They were [F]ordered to part by the T[C]sar
Twas [G7]bloody bad luck, for Abdul was s[C]tuck
Up [G7]Ivan Skavinsky Ska[C]var

[VERSE 8]
When at [G7]last they were broke, the [C]cream of the joke
Was [F]laughed at for years by the [C]Tsar
For [G7]Abdul, the fool, had left half his [C]tool
Inside [G7]Ivan Skavinsky Sk[C]avar

[VERSE 9]
The [G7]sad Grecian maiden her long [C]vigil keeps
With a [F]husband whose tastes have turned [C]queer
With the [G7]nights growing long, she longs for the [C]dong
Of [G7]Abdul Abulbul Am[C]ir