When the'd come roaring down the street in their leather bomber jackets
Tires, screaming, pavement screeching, making such a racket
Shiny steel spokes glinting against the flashing chains
The people would all run before the 59th street gang
The leader of the group was a guy they all called Mike
Respected for his strength and the way he rode his bike
He kept his secret carefully, no one ever knew
That the dare devil rough-in-town leader was a Jew
He survived as an orphan from early childhood
There was no one there to teach him to do the things he should
The inside of a synagogue he'd seen but once before
Now his life was a Harley, trouble and no more
Well one day they were parked outside Tony's pizza shop
When one of them did say, "you know there's money on the block
I've heard that in the synagogue they have a silver crown
Sure to fetch a pretty penny if we hack it in downtown"
They drew a lot to see who'd be the one to go in
The short straw went to Mike, the sin belonged to him
They set a date and time for the Sunday to come
And they slapped Mike on the back, 'cause he was the chosen one
Sunday night was cloudy, it was a chilly night for fall
Mike approached the synagogue walking cool and tall
As the 59th street gang waited underneath the trees
Mike climbed up the stairs and picked the lock with ease
He walked into the synagogue and everything was dark
The everlasting flame was casting shadows on the Ark
He reached up to open the Aron Kodesh door
The silver crown shown in the night like it never shown before
And what he saw made his head spin round
Couldn't believe his eyes and he broke down
Backed out of the synagogue, slowly turned around
The gang beneath the trees saw him without the silver crown
"Listen guys" he said, "that crowns in memory of the Rabbi's soul
May he rest in peace
"I've led you all with blood and guts as the years went by
Ain't no one here gonna tell me what to do or why
I've kept my secret carefully till now I've told no one
The 59th street gang is no place for the Rabbi's son"