Mohel me, mohel me.
Extra flesh will go and then you'll "Oy!" me, oil me.
If not or you mesh' up, I'll a goy be, goil be--
Make sure you're not drunk and your aim's true.

Kills me (kills me), kills me (kills me)
Feels like that; "Hilly"-type* trills, "You will be frill-free.
Hide I'll lop off and then when you will pee, silly,
Retraction for you, bubbe, is moot.

"That fold, it is sev'rable; on it you tug.
With my tools, I'll give you the cut that is kind.
I'll sever this hood; in my art, no messhug'.
Shlepped--there's less weight in your part;
I'm dry. . .some Kosher mouth-clouting wine."

Bris me (bris me), bris me (bris me).
If your aim is true, there won't a miss be; missy,
Nicht me. Will little shiksa chicks kiss me, nicked me?
With shiksas, not much ado
To kiss me, bliss me
Where I'm jewelish. . .Jewish girls' taboo.


*Hillel, Palestinian rabbi and interpreter of biblical law