Oh, Jewish girls, Oh, Jewish girls, I love them;
but I’ll never get to heaven for what they’ve done.
Oh, Jewish girls, Oh, Jewish girls, I love them;
but I’ll never get to heaven for what they’ve done.

You see my heart strings are playing music for the devil;
my strings are on the devil’s fiddle he plays in hell.
The devil plays tortured music for the sinners on his fiddle
as they dance amongst’ the fires, the screams and yells.

Jewish girls anaesthetize the goy boys with their kiss
then pull the goy boy’s heart strings from their chests.
They deposit the strings in a New York Bank account
then sell them to the red horned devil at a discount.

When the goy boy gets up his chest feels empty.
He doesn’t know his heart strings are in hell.
He hears a strange music that sounds familiar
that comes from underneath the floor.

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