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Rasputin
Intro: (Hm A G F#m) x 2, (Hm F#m) x 2, Hm Em F#7 Hm
Hm
There lived a certain man
In Russia long ago
Em
He was big and strong,
F#7 Hm
In his eyes a flaming glow.
Most people looked at him
With terror and with fear,
But to Moscow chicks
He was such a lovely dear.
Hm
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Em F#7
Full of ecstacy and fire.
Hm
But he also was the kind of teacher
Em F#7 Hm
Women would desire.
Chorus:
H D
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
E H A
Lover of the Russian queen,
E H
There was a cat that really was gone.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine,
It was a shame how he carried on.
(Hm F#m) x 2, Hm Em F#7 Hm
He ruled the Russian land
And never mind the Czar.
But the Kasachok
He danced really wunderbar.
In all affairs of state
He was the man to please.
But he was real great
When he had a girl to squeeze.
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer,
Though she'd heard the things he'd done.
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son.
Chorus.
(Spoken over the chords: (Hm A G A Hm) x 2)
But when his drinking and lusting
and his hunger for power
became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something
about this outrageous man
became louder and louder.
(Hm F#m) x 2, Hm Em F#7 Hm
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
"This man's just got to go!"
Declared his enemies,
But the ladies begged
"Don't you try to do it, please!"
No doubt this Rasputin
Had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute
They just fell into his arms.
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame.
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine".
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead.
Oh, those Russians.
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