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Moishe The Kid Lyrics - Singles - Eric Schwartz

Not long ago on one fine day in Flushing, Queens 

The month was May 

A day with more than normal count of smog 

The word went out to stay inside, from Tel Aviv to Telluride 

Cause Moishe the Kid was leashin up his dog 

 

Well hes a quiet man who loves his mutts 

He loves em so he drives em nuts 

Hes caring and hes giving to a fault 

But just watch out where you park your car, 

You just might end up at the bar 

And laying down a lawsuit for assault 

 

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is grey but Im telling 

you hes got shtetl dust in his blood 

Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im telling you hes an ornery Jew who knocks 

em flat and chugs himself a bud 

 

Well on that day he hit the drive, you saw his eyes just come alive, His jaw bout 

nearly almost hit the floor 

Cause he could tell just by the tread, sides of green, top of red 

This stagecoach was the Chevy from next door 

He sidled over to the guy and let out with a pitied sigh 

And punched him til the joik was walking blind 

And as Fido fertilized the flowers, mechanics had to work for hours 

'cause just one punch and his wheels were misaligned 

 

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is grey but Im telling 

you hes got shtetl dust in his blood 

Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im telling you hes an ornery Jew Who knocks 

em flat and chugs himself a bud 

 

Well, Moishe the Kid just tarried there 

With his neighbor in intensive care 

As a seven forty-seven crossed the moon 

He stopped to savor the midnight smog 

And whistled out to his trusty dog 

And stepped back into his very own saloon 

Now if you want to try you hand, and be the baddest in the land 

Dont say I didnt warn you, cause I did 

And remember, please that fateful day 

When the sorry soul got towed away 

For parkin in the path of Moishe the Kid 

 

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is grey but Im telling 

you hes got shtetl dust in his blood 

Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im telling you hes an ornery Jew Who knocks 

em flat and chugs himself a bud