[Verse 1]
Stop making Kishke for me
I'll stop making Kishke for you
What it is that surprises me is that I really love my Jews
And your Kosher is frozen (as cold as the night)
Oh, but you're a gas canister (you're Zyklon B)
Your name isn't Woodho, but I don't care for sausages and lighting
The Menorah might result in Hannukah
[Chorus:]
I bet that you look good in the Synagogue
I don't know if you're looking for Kosher or...
Don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to Hebrew music like a Rabbi from 1945
Well, from 1945!
[Verse 2]
I wish you'd stop ignoring me because it's sending me to Jerusalum
Without a sound yeah you're ga**ing me and I don't think it's very fair
And your Kosher is frozen (as cold as the night)
Oh, but you're a gas canister (you're Zyklon B)
Your name isn't Woodho, but I don't care for sausages and lighting
The Menorah might result in Hannukah
[Chorus]
Oh, there ain't no love, no Anne Frank or no Kishke
Just worshipping the Star of David and Moses and...
Dirty Synagogues, and dreams of Hannukah!
Well
[Chorus]