One, two, three I nosh, four I nosh: lox.
Five, six, seven, I nosh, eight I nosh: lox.
Nine, ten, eleven I nosh, twelve I nosh--plotz!
I'm gonna nosh until my belt's too tight.

In the mountain streams where salmon run,
There they go to spawn and have their run.
I'm gonna nosh on lox, what a delight!
I'm gonna nosh, nosh, nosh till my belt's too tight.
I'm gonna nosh on the lox till I can't take one more bite.

After I've downed two, three, and four,
I'm gonna yell to the waiter: "Bring more!"
I'm gonna nosh. . . .

My mouth I must pry. . .slide in seven--
Matzo on the side, unleavened.
I'm gonna nosh. . . .

When I ate my tenth, began to swoon,
Manischewitz brought me back soon,
So I could. . . .

Polish off my twelfth and cooled off then
With Akavit from my Danish friend.
Again, I'll nosh. . . .