Lyrics:

In her little tent a Russian fortune teller reads your character and reads it true
She can tell you all your past and present and the kids you're having in the future too
It's all right-ski sitting in the dark-ski there
She's so nice-ski what'll happen you don't care

For a bob-ski she'll tell you, lots of things you never knew
Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen
If you drop-ski half a crown, then she'll let the curtain down
Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen

She talks in Russian when she reads your hand
You can't understand, you wonder what she mean-ski
I f you pay a quid then she, will unfold her mystery
And you'll see much more than you did before of the Russian gypsy queen

Who gives you vodka strong, till your fortune all goes wrong
Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen
Who make-ski love-ski grand, it's as well she holds your hand
Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen

When Count Popinski popped in there one day, he felt rather gay
But she said 'Now you popout-ski.' In her little tent, a jolly sailor went
But he made a slip and he missed his ship thro' the Russian gypsy queen
Yo ho heave ho, yo ho heave hoMadam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen