Rind goy, Mohel ain’t chopped
just a little bit off the top.
You got your penis chapeau;
it’s still a hooded capo.

So crowed my goy: “Do not crop!
Never, ever cleave me
because it would grieve me—
my part ain’t to hoe!

“I love it, a snug fit, I love it so
and I don’t want it to go.
I need it, can’t beat it, I see it’s so:
double entendre—ho ho!”

Rind goy, Mohel ain’t lopped
just a little bit off the top.
You set the girls on fire;
they’ve got that snug desire.
Mohel ain’t gonna chop!

You love it, a snug fit, you love it so
And you don’t want it to go
You’ll keep it, you’ll keep it, you’ll keep it—no,
You ain’t gonna let ’em mow.

Rind goy, Mohel ain’t cropped
just a little bit off the top.
You got your penis chapeau
In Franglais, it’s a cap peau.*

Rind goy, still uncropped,
rind goy, still unchopped,
rind goy, still unlopped,
rind goy, still betopped.


*skin