Rasputín Lyric
Rasputín Lyric
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
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
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 'til he was dead
A Slavic dance with a fast and typically quickening tempo, featuring a step in
which a squatting dancer kicks out each leg alternately to the front.
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