Out in Russia there are lots of Russians and you'll find that each one speaks in Russian There in Petrograd lived a Russ who had a Russian maiden who was called Katinka Then one day she heard about the Charleston from a Yankee boy she learned to Charleston She left Petrograd with this Yankee lad left her Russian sadly crying:
My sweet Katinka oh where can she be? I loved her so how could she go? Who thought Katinka would pack up on me? It was that Charlesburg I know.
She would Kazotsky with me ev'ry day but she went nutsky for that hey hey oy vey that hotsky music just led her astray and I lost Katinka that way!
When a Russian sings he sings in Russian Ev'rything they do, they do in Russian Patriotic land hard to understand and when in Rome they even act like Russians Ev'ry Russian sure loves his Kazotsky not a one would give up his Kazotsky between you and me now it's plain to see why this Russian keeps on crying:
My sweet Katinka oh where can she be? I'm rushin here I'm rushin there I see that she pulled a rush act on me, I'm rushin most ev'rywhere
Fifteen kavotskys she earned ev'ry day till she went nutsky for that hey hey oy vey fifteen kavotskys is ten cents a day guess that's why Katinka's away
My sweet Katinka oh where can she be? I'm lookin high I'm lookin low How she could tear up a herring with me noone could beat her I know She got those Cossacks to dance in that way Imagine a Litvak going hey hey oy vey I lost my hair and my beard's turning gray since my sweet Katinka's away