I'm Olga from the Volga
I'm Olga from the Volga
The buttered toast of ev'ry vodka bar
Ev'rywhere I walk about
You will hear the people shout
"There's Volga Olga, she plays fiddle for the Czar"
Oh, I fiddle for the Czar
I fiddle for the Czar
In Petrograd in a cabaret, wo came there to hear me play
All the regal ladies and their illegal gents
The finest of nobility, and they tip me royally
"Here's two million roubles," That's exactly thirty cents
The Czar himself would call around ev'ry night at seven
Then, hey! hey! I would play "A Czar Fell Out of Heaven"
Oh, I would be so happy that I would swell with pride
For a king can do no wrong, but a couple o' times he tried
Oh, when I see his highness, my heart is all a-flutter
Well, I get so excited, oh, I stammer and I stutter
I'm Olg-g-ga from the Volga
I'm Olg-g-ga from the Volga
The p-p, the pride of ev'ry v-vulgar Volga boatman
I w-want to go to Am-merica, I t-tried so very hard
Well, I'll give you every v-vulgar boatman f
For the B-B-Brook-Brooklyn Navy Yard
Oh, I'm Olga from the Volga
I'm Olga from the Volga
I am known both near and far
When the queen is not around
Ev'ry night I can be found
Playing on my fiddle for the Czar, hey! hey!
