To the tune of the Flintstones.
Shiksa, she's a Shiksa
She puts Mayo on her hot Pastrami
She's not from New York
She's never seen Crossing Delancey
Some day she will learn to eat it right
To go out to Katz's for the night
When you're with a Shiksa
Have an Oy yoy yoy time
A yoy yoy time
You'll have a goy old time
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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