Lyrics:

Peter Sellers - Spoken:
It is I, Boris, with his sobbing violin.
We have got any requests?

Gypsy Muppet - Spoken:
Yes, but you gonna play anyway.

Peter Sellers - Spoken:
Such unkindness is to break the heart?

Peter Sellers - Sung:
A gypsy's heart is yearning.
A gypsy's blood is churning.
A gypsy's brain is learning.
A gypsy's roast is burning.
There are tears on the strings,
Of a gypsy's violin.
And tears fall on the bow as he cries.
Poor, poor gypsy,
Now I cannot play,
Until my violin dries.

All - Sung:
So,
Play zigeuner, play, play, play
Leave all your sorrows be forgotten.
Play zigeuner, play, play, play
Even though your playing may be rotten.

Peter Sellers - Spoken:
Who said that? Something's rotten here.

Gypsy Muppet - Spoken:
Not me, not me, Boris.

Peter Sellers - Spoken:
You say some rotten things here.

Peter Sellers - Sung:
Oh, the gypsy's heart is aching.
And the gypsy's heart is sad.
As he dances to the beating tambourines.
Once his love gave him,
Golden earrings,
And now his ears are turning green

All - Sung:
So,
Play zigeuner, play, play, play
Play with all your delicate precision.
Play zigeuner, play, play, play
Soon you'll be replaced by television.

Play, play, play, play
Play, gypsy, play
Play, play, play, play
Play, gypsy, play
Play, play, play, play
Play, gypsy, play
Play, play, play, play, play, play, play...

Peter Sellers - Spoken:
Listen, any more talk like that and I will play.

All - Sung:
Play, gypsy play