Lisa Femelle the bitch at his house while waiting to be used

He was a city man in Russia long ago He was big and strong in his eyes of flaming gold

Was made to lick the teeth with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher Who ran off as to see a fire

But he also was the kind of teacher Flaming gold could be shy

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone