Kev It’s All Down To Diet? Yeah Right!
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A Yiddisher fella I know fairly well
Who follows the Spurs they’re his team
Has just phoned me up to tell me his thoughts
On Saturdays dodgy cuisine
¶ 2
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“When we travelled away to the Boleyn
To play them claret and blues
We shouldn’t really have played them on a Saturday you know
Cos after all we are devout Jews
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When the whole team starts eating the food of the goy*
And not that from a Yiddisher grocer
You’re heading for tsuris, make no mistake*
So it’s best that you keep it glatt Kosher*
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With me hand on me heart I promise you Kev
That result could have been that much closer
A nice bit of salt beef or a chicken kiev
We’d have won the match all strictly kosher”!
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