St. Petersburg is gloomy
St. Petersburg is bleak
My underwear got frozen standing here all week
Oh, since the revolution
Our lives have been so gray
Thank goodness for the gossip
That gets us through the day
Hey!
Have you heard
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg?
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street?
Although the Czar did not survive
One daughter may be still alive
The Princess Anastasia
But please do not repeat
It's a rumor
A legend
A mystery
Something whispered in an alleyway
Or through a crack
It's a rumor
That's part of our history
They say her royal grandmama
Will pay a royal sum
To someone who can bring the princess back
A ruble for this painting
It's Romanov, I swear
Count Yusopov's pajamas
Comrades, buy the pair
I got this from the palace
It's lined with real fur
It could be worth a fortune
If it belonged to her
It's the rumor
The legend
The mystery
It's the Princess Anastasia
Who will help us fly
You and I friend
Will go down in history
We'll find a girl to play the part and teach her what to say
Dress her up and take her to Paris
Imagine the reward her dear old Grandmama will pay
Who else could pull it off but you and me?
We'll be rich
We'll be rich
We'll be out
We'll be out
And St. Petersburg will have some more to talk about
Ssh!
Have you heard
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg?
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street?
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Have you heard
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg?
Have you heard
Comrades, what do you suppose?
A fascinating mystery
The biggest con in history
The Princess Anastasia
Alive or dead
Who knows?
Ssh!
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