Boney M. —
Rasputin

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© Acordes transcritos por: Elena Ladova // la especialista (https://Muzland.ru)
» Pedido de Vladimir Rumyantsev
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 126 pulsaciones por minuto

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

Intro: Fm | Fm | Fm | Fm
       Fm | Fm | Bbm | C7 Fm  } 2 times
       Fm | Fm

   Bbm                 C7        Fm
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
             D#        C#        C7
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Fm        D#        C#        C7
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental: Fm | Fm Cm | Fm | Fm Cm

      Fm
There lived a certain man
In Russia long ago,
       Bbm
He was big and strong
       C7             Fm
In his eyes a flaming glow.
       
Most people looked at him
With terror and with fear,
       Bbm
But to Moscow chicks
       C7            Fm
He was such a lovely dear.

   Fm
   He could preach the Bible like a preacher
   Bbm6                C7
   Full of ecstasy and fire.
   Fm
   But he also was the kind of teacher
   Bbm6  C7      Fm
   Women would desire.

Chorus:
     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb           F
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   D#            Bb       F
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb                F
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   D#         Bb        F
     It was a shame how he carried on.

Instrumental: Fm | Fm Cm | Fm | Fm Cm
              Fm | Fm | Bbm | C7 Fm

   Fm
He ruled the Russian land
And never mind the Tsar,
        Bbm
But the Kazachok
          C7           Fm
He danced really wunderbar.
     
In all affairs of state
He was the man to please,
       Bbm
But he was real great
        C7            Fm
When he had a girl to squeeze.

   Fm
   For the Queen he was no wheeler-dealer
   Bbm6                               C7
   Though she’d heard the things he’d done.
   Fm
   She believed he was a holy healer,
   Bbm6      C7       Fm
   Who would heal her son.

Chorus:
     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb           F
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   D#            Bb       F
     There was a cat that really was gone.

     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb                F
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   D#         Bb        F
     It was a shame how he carried on.


Fm  D#                    C#maj
But when his drinking and lusting,
        D#         Fm
And his hunger for power
                  
Became known to more and more people,
D#
The demands to do something
      C#maj     D#6
About this outrageous man
  Fm
Became louder and louder!


   Fm                            Cm
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Fm                            Cm
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Fm                            Cm
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
   Fm                            Cm
   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental: Fm | Fm | Bbm | C7 Fm

      Fm
“This man’s just got to go,”
Declared his enemies,
        Bbm
But the ladies begged,
           C7            Fm
“Don’t you try to do it, please.”
     
No doubt, this Rasputin
Had lots of hidden charms,
          Bbm
Though he was a brute,
          C7            Fm
They just fell into his arms.

   Fm
   Then one night some men of higher standing
   Bbm6                       C7
   Set a trap, they’re not to blame.
    Fm
   “Come to visit us,” they kept demanding
   Bbm6   C7     Fm
   And he really came.

Chorus:
     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb           F
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   D#              Bb     F
     They put some poison into his wine.

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

     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb           F
     Lover of the Russian queen.
   D#            Bb         F
     They didn’t quit, they wanted his head.

     F     G#
     Ra-Ra-Rasputin,
     Bb                F
     Russia’s greatest love machine,
   D#            Bb       F
     And so they shot him till he was dead.

Oh, those Russians!