Pulvermacher
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[MAURICE PULVERMACHER, spoken] Kids today, you know what they all wanna be? Flash golden, fly a rocket to the moon When I was a kid, there was this new idea, the sky scraper That was a rocket to the moon for me So one day I told my old man that's what I was gonna be when I grew up A guy who made up buildings Great, big, special buildings "An architect," he said I didn't know the word, but I said, "Sure, that's it" And then he asked me, did I know how many architects in America were Jews? And I said, no, I didn't And he said he did, none That in America, being an architect was like bеing in a club A club with a sign hung on the door "No Jews allowed" Hе said, that in America, there were a lot of things Jews weren't allowed to do And a list, a short list, of things they were And then, he wrote me out that list and told me to pick something Which I did And I've been doing that thing I picked my whole life With two ideas in mind, to get rich and to get even Which, at some point, I realized, were actually the same thing Life's what it is, I've got no complaints Although, if for some reason I have to walk past the Chrysler Building I keep my eyes on the sidewalk
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