One For The Brews

It's Rosh Hashana so I decided to celebrate like any other working gentile this morning with a bagel from Dunkin' Donuts. The one on Central Row was packed, per usual at this time in the morning, and I get up to the front of the line and ask for a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. Then, as I started to walk over to the 'waiting place' (or whatever you call it), the lady goes 'Hey sir!' and I look over and she is holding out a bag for me. I take it. Inside was a stupid plain untoasted bagel sans cream cheese. I didn't say anything because I knew they were busy as hell, but dammit, I don't want this.

Friday night well be drinkin manashevitz
Goin out to terrorize goyem
Stompin shagitz, screwin shicksas
As long as were home by saturday mornin
Cause hey were the brews
Sportin anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi were the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, o.g. ois
Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for
Waffle making, kickin through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
Cause hey were the brews
Sportin anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi were the brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We cant lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat