Music and Lyrics

Alan Beck

Verse 1

Well I’ve had a rovin’ eye since my barmitzvah

That’s when I began my interest in girls.

Now I hear my Yiddish Momme yellin’, *”A klog iz mir!”

Coz I’ve loved them from all over the world.

There was Mary, Lola, Heidi, Olga, Lui and Bridget

Man, those goyish girls were really the best!

But when you’re the son of a real Jewish mother

You play your cards close to your chest.

Chorus

Oy, Oy Vey !

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

It’s how a real nice Jewish boy can get his kicks.

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

I get my fix when I can mix with SchicksaChicks.

Verse 2

By my twenties I’d developed SchicksaChicks addiction

And I knew I just could not get enough.

But I thought my Momme’d give me Jewish guilt affliction

If she knew I’d been involved with that stuff.

Dating Asian, Celtic, African and Anglo-Saxon,

Man, my social life was really a whirl.

But seemed that the job of my nice Jewish mother

Was to find me a nice Jewish girl.

Chorus

Oy, Oy Vey !

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

It’s how a real nice Jewish boy can get his kicks.

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

I get my fix when I can mix with SchicksaChicks.

Verse 3

So then if I were an Arab, eating camel and shellfish,

With a harem of my SchicksaChick wives,

I would tell my Yiddish Momme, “Listen! Don’t be selfish!”

“And just leave us to get on with our lives”.

I would mix my milk and meat and eat some bread at Pesach

No-one saying, *”Zun, it’s for your own good”.

But, of course, I’d still love my real Jewish mother

And still love her home-made Kosher food.

Chorus

Oy, Oy Vey !

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

It’s how a real nice Jewish boy can get his kicks.

SchicksaChicks, SchicksaChicks

I get my fix when I can mix with SchicksaChicks.

*”A klog iz mir!” – “Woe is me!” in Yiddish.

*”Zun” – “Son” in Yiddish

© Alan Beck 2009