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 a**ault 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