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"