Season 1 (1971-1972)<br /><br />Lyrics: The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold<br />And quite unaccustomed to fear.<br />But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah<br />Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.<br /><br />Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame<br />In the troops that were led by the Tsar.<br />And the bravest of these was a man by the name<br />Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<br /><br />One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun<br />And donned his most truculent sneer.<br />Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe<br />Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.<br /><br />"Young man", quoth Abdul, "Has life grown so dull,<br />That you wish to end your career?<br />Vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe<br />Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."<br /><br />Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end,<br />Will avail you but little, I fear.<br />For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,<br />Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir."<br /><br />"So take your last look at sunshine and brook.<br />And send your regrets to the Tsar.<br />For by this I imply, you are going to die,<br />Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar."<br /><br />Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk.<br />With a cry of "Allah-Akbar!"<br />And with murderous intent, he ferociously went<br />For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<br /><br />They fought all that night 'neath the pale yellow moon<br />The din, it was heard from afar.<br />And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,<br />Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.<br /><br />As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life<br />In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!"<br />He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk,<br />Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<br /><br />The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,<br />Expecting the victor to cheer.<br />But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh<br />Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.<br /><br />Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue,<br />Rode up in his new crested car.<br />He arrived just in time to exchange a last line<br />With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<br /><br />There's a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows,<br />Engraved there in characters clear:<br />"Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul<br />Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."<br /><br />A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps<br />'Neath the light of the pale polar star<br />And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps<br />Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
