I Don't Want My Child to Hear That

I don't want my child to hear that

(Now, I say this with due respect)

Negroes stealin' white folks' statue

(They gotta stop lookin' for martyrdom)

We are asking (blow these bastards to kingdom come)

For disaster (like the Wobblies used to do)

We'll be ruined 'fore this is over (tell these rednecks a thing or two)

Such a shonde!

Such a tsimmes!

Noah, look, here come the latkes

And golden may our blessings be

Just like these lovely latkes we -

I been waiting since the thirties

Selling goddamn hats for Macy's

Waiting for the revolution

For the fight against oppression

For the worker to take over

For the poor to rise in fury

Now the Negro leads the way

Comes at last the freedom day

But this martyr business is a ruse!

Hallelujah, here's the goose

Papa, look, we saved the pupik just for you

The pupik, Papa