[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]