An Old JEW’S Blues



It’s a crying shame no one eats kosher meat any more, no one. If I could only find someone to buy my butcher shop. Maybe I should just give it away… Hey, that’s just what I should do. What an idea, perfect. I’ll give him the business and we’ll call it even-Steven. Am I brilliant or am I brilliant? Let him have the headaches. In fact, I say let’s all give him our headaches and then we won’t owe Him a dime.


How long have I been trying to sell my Men’s Emporium and how much am I asking, 15, $20,000. That’s what I owe Pinky and paying him off with it, brilliant, what an idea. Between this cold winter and the robberies I need the Bronx like a ‘loch’n kupp.’