There was such a man in Russia long ago.
He was big and strong,
in his eyes a flaming glow.
Most people looked at him with terror and a fear.
Most of 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.
And 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 a fear.
But the 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.
La, la, Raskutin, lover of the Russian queen.
There was a cat that really was gone.
La,
la,
Raskutin,
Russia's greatest love machine.
It was a shame how he carried on.
He went to Russia and never mind the soul.
But the Kassar chock,
he danced really wunderbar.
In all the fears of stains,
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 the holy healer who would heal her son.
La, la, Raskutin, lover of the Russian queen.
There was a cat that really was gone.
La,
la,
Raskutin,
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.
It's not a goal, he declared his enemies.
But the lady begged,
don't you try to do it,
please.
No doubt that Raskutin had lots of hidden charms.
Though he was a brute,
they just fell into his arms.
Then one night some men of higher
stature set a trap for them not to break.
Come to vivid,
but they kept demanding, and he really came.
La, la, Raskutin, lover of the Russian queen.
They put some poison into his wine.
La,
la,
Raskutin,
Russia's greatest love machine.
He drank it all and said, I shall find.
La,
la, Raskutin, lover of the Russian queen.
They didn't quit, they wanted him.
La,
la,
Raskutin,
Russia's greatest love machine.
And so they shot him till he was dead.
Oh,
those Russians.