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[VERSE 1]
An [Am]intimate friend of the C[Dm]zar was [Dm6]I,
A [Am]personal friend of the [Dm]great Niko[E7]lai.
We [Am]practic'ly slept in the [Dm]same double [Dm6]bed,
It was [Am]I at the foot and [Dm]he at the [E7]head.

[CHORUS]
But [Em]all that [D#]seems distant, and [Em7]all that seems [Em6]far,
[F]From [E7]those [Am]glorious [Dm]days at the [Am]palace of the [B7]Czar,
When [E7]I went shootin' with [Am]Rasputin, [Dm]ate farina with [Am]Czarinas,
[E7]Blintzes with the [Am]princess and the [Dm]Czar, h[E7]ey, hey, hey.
[Am]We were sharing [Dm]tea and herring, [Am]dipped banana in [B7]smetana,
Borscht and [E7]wurst around the samo[Am]var.

[VERSE 2]
A f[Am]riend of the Czar was I all [Dm]his gracious [Dm6]life,
But [Am]friendlier still was I with [Dm]his young [E7]wife.
We [Am]practically slept in the [Dm]same double [Dm6]bed,
Till the [Am]Czar kicked me out and [Dm]slept ther[E7]e instead.

[CHORUS]
But [Em]all that [D#]seems distant, and [Em7]all that seems [Em6]far,
[F]From [E7]those [Am]glorious [Dm]days at the [Am]palace of the [B7]Czar,
When [E7]I went shootin' with [Am]Rasputin, [Dm]ate farina with [Am]Czarinas,
[E7]Blintzes with the [Am]princess and the [Dm]Czar, h[E7]ey, hey, hey.
[Am]We were sharing [Dm]tea and herring, [Am]dipped banana in [B7]smetana,
Borscht and [E7]wurst around the samo[Am]var.

[VERSE 3]
But [Am]one awful day revo[Dm]lution broke [Dm6]out,
I [Am]failed to see what the [Dm]fuss was a[E7]bout.
But [Am]after a while I bid [Dm]Russia goodb[Dm6]ye—
It was [Am]simply a case of [Dm]Lenin or [E7]I.

[CHORUS]
But [Em]all that [D#]seems distant, and [Em7]all that seems [Em6]far,
[F]From [E7]those [Am]glorious [Dm]days at the [Am]palace of the [B7]Czar,
When [E7]I went shootin' with [Am]Rasputin, [Dm]ate farina with [Am]Czarinas,
[E7]Blintzes with the [Am]princess and the [Dm]Czar, h[E7]ey, hey, hey.
[Am]We were sharing [Dm]tea and herring, [Am]dipped banana in [B7]smetana,
Borscht and [E7]wurst around the samo[Am]var.

[VERSE 4]
The [Am]Reds took my dough, k[Dm]icked me out in the [Dm6]cold,
[Am]All I had left were some [Dm]diamonds a[E7]nd gold.
The [Am]Bolsheviks gave me the [Dm]gate without [Dm6]pity—
But[Am] I get my revenge by working [Dm]for
the [Am]Un-Ameri[Dm]can Comm[E7]ittee.
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