I'M OLGA FROM THE VOLGA (or I PLAYED FIDDLE FOR THE CZAR)
Words, Mack Gordon. Music, Harry Revel.
As sung by Joan Davis in the film "Thin Ice" (1937)

I'm Olga from the Volga.
I'm Olga from the Volga,
The butter 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,
Who 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 and 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 aflutter.
Well, I get so excited, oh, I stammer and I stutter.
I'm Olg-g-ga from the Volga.
I'm Olg-g-kk from the Volga,
The p-p-, the p-p-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 b-boatman 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!