Of all the girls I've known
And I've known lots.
I can name one who makes me
Want to plotz.
She's the kind that's pretty
But in New York City
It's more than looks that you need.
When I think of her many adventures,
I get so angry it loosens my dentures
I am her one mishpucha,
A yeshiva boocha
But she never listens to me!
Bei meir bist du nuts,
But you've got some guts.
It takes guts to do just what you do.
I read 'bout Reverend Goor,
The man needs a whore,
Cause he is one ugly SOB.
I could say Ilene, Ilene,
What the hell were you thinkin'?
How could you even look at him,
Unless you were drinkin?
I'll try to explain,
Though I think it's in vain,
Ilene you are one chick for the books!
