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' statues

They gotta stop looking for martyrdom

We are asking (blow the bastards to kingdom come)

For disaster (like the Wobblies used to do!)

We'll be ruin 'fore this is over (show 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 '30s,

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 pupick

Just for you

The pupick, Papa