Crybullies

To the tune of “Moon River”

Crybullies, freed from history’s Pale,

Slaughtering wholesale, we see.

Old deal makers and ball breakers,

Cleansing the goyim from river to sea.

Born liars, shaking down the world.

There’s such a lot of world to screw.

Will Gaza be where it will end?

Will their bills finally come due?

Crybullies, freed from history’s Pale,

Slaughtering wholesale, we see.

Old deal makers and ball breakers,

Cleansing the goyim from river to sea.

Born liars, shaking down the world.

There’s such a lot of world to screw.

Will Gaza be where it will end?

Will their bills finally come due?

David Martin

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