The ^G7harems of the desert are a ^Csight to behold And the ^Fharlots are lovely and ^Cfair But the ^G7fairest, a Greek, belonged to a ^Csheikh Call^G7ed Abdul Abulbul A^Cmir.

A ^G7travelling brothel came ^Cdown from the North That was ^Fprivately run for the ^CTsar Who of^G7ten would brag that none could out^C-shag Count ^G7Ivan Skavinsky S^Ckavar.

A ^G7day was arranged for the ^Cspectacle great A ^Fvisit was planned by the ^CTsar And ^G7huge multitudes came, so great was the ^Cfame Of A^G7bdul and Ivan Skav^Car

They ^G7met at the track with c^Cocks at the slack A st^Farter's gun punctured the ^Cair Both were ^G7quick to the rise, the crowd gaped at the ^Csize Of ^G7Ivan and Abdul ^CAmir

They ^G7worked through the night neath the ^Cpale yellow light Old ^FAbdul he revved like a ^Ccar But he ^G7could not compete with the slow steady ^Cbeat of ^G7Ivan Skavinsky S^Ckavar

The ^G7wager was won, Ivan ^Cshouldered his gun And bent ^Fdown to polish the ^Cpair When ^G7something red hot up his back passage ^Cshot It was ^G7Abdul Abulbul A^Cmir

The ^G7harlots turned green, the ^Cmen shouted "Queen!" They were ^Fordered to part by the T^Csar Twas ^G7bloody bad luck, for Abdul was s^Ctuck Up ^G7Ivan Skavinsky Ska^Cvar

When at ^G7last they were broke, the ^Ccream of the joke Was ^Flaughed at for years by the ^CTsar For ^G7Abdul, the fool, had left half his ^Ctool Inside ^G7Ivan Skavinsky Sk^Cavar

The ^G7sad Grecian maiden her long ^Cvigil keeps With a ^Fhusband whose tastes have turned ^Cqueer With the ^G7nights growing long, she longs for the ^Cdong Of ^G7Abdul Abulbul Am^Cir