Boney M. —
Rasputin

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© Compiler: Anton Gavzov // chief of the project (https://Muzland.info)
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 126 beats per minute

Lyrics and Music by Frank Farian, Fred Jay, George Reyam

   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

There lived a certain man
In Russia long ago,
He was big and strong
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.

   He could preach the Bible like a preacher
   Full of ecstasy and fire.
   But he also was the kind of teacher
   Women would desire.

Chorus:
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Lover of the Russian queen.
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
     It was a shame how he carried on.

He ruled the Russian land
And never mind the Tsar,
But the Kazachok
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:
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Lover of the Russian queen.
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
     It was a shame how he carried on.


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!


   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.

Chorus:
     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 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!