Groucho Marx - Toronto Song lyrics

Spoken: Obviously, with the Lucetania laying at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, I would have got k**ed if I had sang this song in Canada. So I put some make-up on again, and I made myself a Jew comedian, which I'd never been, I'd never been a Jew comedian, and I sang this song. Mr. and Mrs. Klein They lived a life so fine Until the relatives came Uncle und tante Wolf Brought over the little Wolfs Like wolves they lived up to their name One week went by Klein started to cry It looks like the Wolfs mean to stay So he tells his wife one night That while they were sleeping tight Let's leave them, and we'll run away Say, it's better to run to Toronto Than to live in a place you don't want to With twenty wolves in front of me My house looks like a menagerie Imagine the cheek from the tante To bring all the Wolfs from Toronto And, oy, how they can eat At least a pound of meat Say, they take what they want, when they want to Just think what the bills will amount to Every day they are growing more and more They eat one meal a day, that's right They start in the morning and finish at night It's going to be a cold cold winter, and I can't keep the Wolfs from the door