Izzy S Irish Rose Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

Izzy was a tailor down the lower east side 

The very man to top you off with dignity and pride 

His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street 

A great big strapping lump of a girl with two big awkward feet 

But Izzy was a cantor in the Synagogue 

He kept the laws of Israel with the greatest of resolve 

He didn't fancy Esther Katz, her pastrami left him cold 

He wanted a taste of Irish love before he grew too old 

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles 

Ever after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose 

Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles 

Will be the queen of Orchard Street, Izzy's Irish rose 

So, he went to Rabbi Hershowitz and he said "oh me oh my 

I want a wife back home in bed who'll keep me satisfied" 

The Rabbi nodded wisely, "I understand my son 

I have an auld one home in the bed 

She's a menace to God and man 

For she never shuts up talking, morning noon til night 

I have to go to the Irish pub to get some peace and quiet 

So they sped off to the shebeen down Delancy Street 

The Lord works in mysterious ways but he's usually discreet 

For there they met Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles 

Ever after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose 

Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles 

Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's Irish rose 

Now Rosie was the finest girl out of Sligo town 

She had a head of red hair that stretched all of the way down 

Past her lovely derriere to her gorgeous thighs 

But her crownin' jewels were her smoldering opalescent eyes 

Which she cast up at our hero sippin' his watery wine 

Sent the power of Abraham coursin' down his spine 

The Rabbi nodded, "Oh I understand my son 

The Lord provideth many paths and yours has just begun" 

So he ordered up two pints of Ireland's finest beer 

With a couple of shots to wash 'em down and he said "I do declare 

I hear the bells of heaven aringin' in me head 

That goy would be a joy in any son of Israel's bed" 

Izzy's sacred mother was beside herself with grief 

'Til the Rabbi took her to the pub down on Delancey Street 

Her eyes lit up when she heard the till go clangalang 

"Oy veh, that Irish shiksa could use an honest man" 

So if you're down on Orchard Street 

And see some red haired men 

They're all the seed of Izzy 

Sons of Israel to the end 

But each and everyone of them'll drink you 

Out of house and home for they're sprung 

From the womb of Rosie, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles 

Oh, you're lookin' at Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles 

Ever after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose 

Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles 

Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's Irish rose