Boney M. —
Rasputin

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© Chorded by Elena Ladova // specialist (https://Muzland.ru)
» Ordered by Vladimir Rumyantsev
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 126 beats per minute

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

Intro: F#m | F#m | F#m | F#m
       F#m | F#m | Bm | C#7 F#m  } 2 times
       F#m | F#m

   Bm                  C#7       F#m
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
             E         D         C#7
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   F#m       E         D         C#7
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental: F#m | F#m C#m | F#m | F#m C#m

      F#m
There lived a certain man
In Russia long ago,
       Bm
He was big and strong
       C#7            F#m
In his eyes a flaming glow.

Most people looked at him
With terror and with fear,
       Bm
But to Moscow chicks
       C#7           F#m
He was such a lovely dear.

   F#m
   He could preach the Bible like a preacher
   Bm                  C#7
   Full of ecstasy and fire.
   F#m
   But he also was the kind of teacher
   Bm    C#7     F#m
   Women would desire.

Chorus:
     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B            F#
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   E             B        F#
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B                 F#
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   E          B         F#
     It was a shame how he carried on.

Instrumental: F#m | F#m C#m | F#m | F#m C#m
              F#m | F#m | Bm | C#7 F#m

   F#m
He ruled the Russian land
And never mind the Tsar,
        Bm
But the Kazachok
          C#7          F#m
He danced really wunderbar.

In all affairs of state
He was the man to please,
       Bm
But he was real great
        C#7           F#m
When he had a girl to squeeze.

   F#m
   For the Queen he was no wheeler-dealer
   Bm                                 C#7
   Though she’d heard the things he’d done.
   F#m
   She believed he was a holy healer,
   Bm        C#7      F#m
   Who would heal her son.

Chorus:
     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B            F#
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   E             B        F#
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B                 F#
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   E          B         F#
     It was a shame how he carried on.


F#m E                     D
But when his drinking and lusting,
        E          F#m
And his hunger for power

Became known to more and more people,
E
The demands to do something
      D         E
About this outrageous man
  F#m
Became louder and louder!


   F#m                           C#m
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   F#m                           C#m
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   F#m                           C#m
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   F#m                           C#m
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental: F#m | F#m | Bm | C#7 F#m

      F#m
“This man’s just got to go,”
Declared his enemies,
        Bm
But the ladies begged,
           C#7           F#m
“Don’t you try to do it, please.”

No doubt, this Rasputin
Had lots of hidden charms,
          Bm
Though he was a brute,
          C#7           F#m
They just fell into his arms.

   F#m
   Then one night some men of higher standing
   Bm                         C#7
   Set a trap, they’re not to blame.
    F#m
   “Come to visit us,” they kept demanding
   Bm     C#7    F#m
   And he really came.

Chorus:
     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B            F#
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   E               B      F#
     They put some poison into his wine.

     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B                 F#
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   E             B       F#
     He drank it all and said, “I feel fine.”

     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B            F#
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   E             B          F#
     They didn’t quit, they wanted his head.

     F#    A
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     B                 F#
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   E             B        F#
     And so they shot him till he was dead.

Oh, those Russians!