When the United States of genocide Decided to break free They instilled a huddled mass Of neuroses in me Or maybe it was Palestine With that wretched German dwarf Who carved the need to self-preserve To pander and perform Wish I were a woman for Their struggle is noble But culture shock is all I've got I've worn it through it all As I give in and integrate The Matrix breaks me down The kyke will denigrate himself For the amusement of the crown (Oh, oh) I'm just a sick little Injun (I am, I am) Whose graves were razed by tank engines (I am, I am) I'm just an African import (I am, I am) Whipped and bound as an export I'm the Hebrew They say to be a minority Is melting in their pot But this soup is foul, I wear a scowl And pine for what I'm not We make the best comedians But sadly it's no joke Chop off the hand of Abraham Before he slits my throat, oh, God, no I am a waste of a bar mitzvah And all of my חַיִּים I've been sad Oh, a שלעמיל, a שלימזל Buried underneath spires of Babel I want to go back home Pleased to meet you I'm the Hebrew