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Abdul Abulbul Amir 
By: Frank Crumit
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Rank this week: 20 (↓6)
Duration: 3:16 
Release Date: 1927  (Tim P. Ryan) 
Lyrics By: Percy French (Tim P. Ryan) 
Music By: Percy French (Tim P. Ryan) 
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Released By: RCA Victor (78) 20715 (Tim P. Ryan) 
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  • This was the flip/back side of "Frankie and Johnnie" (Tim P. Ryan)
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    Abdul Abulbul Amir
    by Percy French
    as performed by Frank Crumit

    In the harems of Egypt it's good to behold
    The fairest of harlots appear,
    But the fairest, a Greek
    Was owned by a sheik!
    Named Abdul Abulbul Amir!

    A traveling brothel came into the town
    Run by a pimp from afar
    Whose great reputation
    Had traveled the nation:
    'Twas Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!

    Abdul the Bulbul arrived with his bride
    A prize whose eyes shone like a star
    He claimed he could prong
    More cunts with his dong
    Than Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!

    A day was arranged for the spectacle great;
    A visit was planned by the Czar!
    And the curbs were all lined
    With harlots reclined
    n honour of Ivan Skavar!

    They met on the track with their tools hanging slack
    Dressed only in shoes and a leer,
    Both were fast on the rise
    But folks gasped at the size
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir!

    The cunts were all shorn, and no rubbers adorned
    The prongs of the pimp and the peer,
    But the pimp's steady stroke
    Soon left without hope
    The chance of the Abulbul Amir!

    They worked thru the night til the dawn's early light
    The clamor was heard from afar
    The multitudes came
    To applaud the ball game
    Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar!

    When Ivan had finished, he turned to the Greek,
    And laughed when she shivered in fear
    She swallowed his pride,
    He buggered the bride
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir!

    When Ivan was done, and was wiping his gun,
    He bent down to polish his gear;
    He felt, up his ***,
    A hard pecker pass;
    'Twas Abdul Abulbul Amir!

    The crowd loudly howled that it was a foul,
    They were ordered to part, by the Czar,
    But fast they were jammed;
    The pecker was crammed
    In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!

    Now, the cream of the joke, when apart they were broke
    Was laughed at for years by the Czar:
    For Abdul the Bulbul
    Left most of his tool
    In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!

    The fair Grecian maiden a sad vigil keeps
    With a husband whose tastes have turned queer...
    She longs for the dong
    That once did belong
    To Abdul Abulbul Amir!


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    other versions of the lyrics are also reported,
    some cleaner than this.

    (Tim P. Ryan)
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    kiwijohn   (Offline)  -  Member  -  02-11-09 04:16 AM  -  67 months ago
    I was reminded at his funeral last year that this was the only piece of poetry that I can ever remember my father reciting, and that was back in the 50's. It was a nostalgia and rememberance trip to find it here in its entirety. Thank you.
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    Tim P. Ryan   (Offline)  -  Participant, MP3  -  04-08-05 12:55 AM  -  113 months ago
    One of the cleaner versions found at:
    www.cs.rice.edu

    'Abdul Abulbul Amir'

    The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
    And quite unaccustomed to fear,
    But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah,
    Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

    If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
    Or harass the foe from the rear,
    Storm fort or redoubt, you had only to shout
    For Abdul Abulbul Amir.

    Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
    In the troops that were led by the Czar,
    And the bravest of these was a man by the name
    Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    One day this bold Russian, he shouldered his gun
    And donned his most truculent sneer,
    Downtown he did go where he trod on the toe
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

    Young man, quoth Abdul, has life grown so dull
    That you wish to end your career?
    Vile infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

    So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
    And send your regrets to the Czar
    For by this I imply, you are going to die,
    Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk,
    Singing, "Allah! Il Allah! Al-lah!"
    And with murderous intent he ferociously went
    For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed,
    Of blood they spilled a great part;
    The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
    Say that hash was first made on the spot.

    They fought all that night neath the pale yellow moon;
    The din, it was heard from afar,
    And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
    Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

    As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life,
    In fact he was shouting, "Huzzah!"
    He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck,
    Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
    Expecting the victor to cheer,
    But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

    There's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls,
    And graved there in characters clear,
    Is, "Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul
    Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

    A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night
    Caused ripples to spread wide and far,
    It was made by a sack fitting close to the back,
    Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
    'Neath the light of the cold northern star,
    And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
    Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

    -- Percy French

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