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