w. traditional bawdy version from E. Cray, The Erotic Muse (Univ. Illinois, 1992), pp. 210-212.

In the harems of Egypt where men never go
Are harlots more fairer than fair,
But the fairest, a Greek, was owned by a sheik
Named Abdul the Bulbul Emir.

A traveling brothel came into that town,
Having traveled the roads from afar.
Whose great reputation had traveled the nation,
'Twas Ivan Skavinsky 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 Skavinky Skavar.

A great fucking contest was set for the day
A visit was planned by the czar,
And the curbs were all lined with harlots reclined
In honor 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 they gasped at the size
Of Abdul the Bulbul Emir.

The cunts were all shorn and no rubber adorned
The prongs of the pimp and the peer,
But the pimp's steady stroke soon quickened and broke
The chance of the Bulbul Emir.

They worked through the night till 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 shook with great fear.
She swallowed his pride; he buggered the bride
Of Abdul the Bulbul Emir.

When Ivan was done and wiping his gun,
He bent down to polish his gear.
He felt up his ass a hard pecker pass;
'Twas Abdul the Bulbul Emir.

The crowds looking on proclaimed who had won.
They were ordered to part by the czar,
But fast they were jammed; the pecker was crammed
In Ivan Skavinsky 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 Skavinsky 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 the Bulbul Emir.