Kosher Delight (Napper’s Delight)

Lyrics
[Intro] Oy-vey, hannukah levy! Oy-vey-vey-vey-vey! [Verse 1: "Matzoh" Max Melnick] Now, what you hear is not some crap It's me and my buddies doing a rap We may be old, but we are not feeble We go by the name of the Yiddish People My name is Max and I disable tax I'm the world's best CPA I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag But me you will never pay! I own hotels, motels, condominiums Property in Beverly Hills, even in the slums Let me introduce you to the hippest dude on the scene Would you believe he goes by the name of Frankie Frankfulstein [Intrelude] Do it Frank, now! [snoring] Do it Frank, now! [snoring] What are you waking me up for? I'm sleeping here! Hey schlemiel, it's your turn! [Verse 2: Frankie Frankfulstein] Hoy! I got an old lady in a nice Mercedes I wouldn't call her a shrimp When we go out, people oftentimes Confuse her with a Goodyear blimp I got a son who's a doctor, one who's a lawyer And one who's a total bum He bought a condo on Three Mile Island Oy, how could he be so dumb? Now, I got him through midfield, I put him through college Even took a second job at night After all I did for all my kids, do you think they even write? Now let me introduce you to the schmo with all that dough It's no big deal, he's just a schlemiel, whose name's Gefilte Joe Take it away, you schlemiel [Verse 3: Gefilte Joe] Have you ever been to your aunt's to eat And the food, it taste like dreck? She uses so much oil, you'd think she fights for OPEC! She makes chopped liver that runs like a river And the marzipans radiate And every time you blink your eye She puts more food on your plate So you tell her that you're stuffed as a goose And she says "that's okay" "See, what do I care if you don't eat So I slayed in the kitchen all day" [Outro: all three] Everybody, sing: hotels, motels, condominiums I own property in Beverly Hills and I own it in the slums Hubby, bubby, boogie-woogie-schmoogie We don't stop 'til we step with a booby Oy boy, hubby-bubby-bubby, hoy bo-bo-boy-boy-boy! Hubby, bubby, boogie-woogie-schmoogie We don't stop 'til we step with a booby...
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Credits
- Writers
- Nile Rodgers
- Bernard Edwards
- Harold Bronson
- Richard Foos