I feel silly, oh so silly
I feel just like a blonde headed ditz.
'Cause I'm living
With a certain old Kaplowitz
I feel cookoo
Like the Jew, who
Has twelve copies of Il Trovatore
And I bet you
That today he will buy twelve more
Who's that crazy Jew in that wheelchair there
Who could that op'ratic Jew be?
Such a glassy stare
Such a grizzly chin
Such a golden mouth
Such an evil grin
It's our Bobby, yes our Bobby
It's our fav'ritest Bob Kaplowitz
But I still
Kinda feel like a blonde headed ditz.
1 comment:
If it was Bob's birthday, you could sing this at his party!
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