Mamas Don’t Let Your Sons Become Yiddish Cowboys
Here is the text to our theme song:
Mama Don’t Let Your Sons Become Yiddish Cowboys
Yiddish men make good providers and they’re easy to hold,
They’d love to give you a discount on diamonds and gold.
Down in the Valley it’s hard to go find a minyan especially with Jews,
And the horses and cattle they make a big schumutz,
not something Yid-den should do
Mamas, don’t let your sons become Yiddish Cowboys.
Why don’t they ever heed their mothers, be
Doctors and lawyers just like their big brothers?
Mamas, don’t let your sons become Yiddish Cowboys.
They should be at home, not living alone. Home with the ones they love.
Cowboys like smoky old poolrooms and shicksas they wed,
These are all things that make us Yid-den say Feh! [Feh!]
Kosher pastrami and nova salmon are not on the prairie at hand,
There’s no gefilte fish swimming around,
swimming in the Rio Grande.
Mamas, don’t let your sons become Yiddish Cowboys.
Why don’t they ever heed their mothers, be
Doctors and lawyers just like their big brothers?
Mamas, don’t let your sons become Yiddish Cowboys.
They should be at home, not living alone. Home with the ones they love.
They should be at home, not living alone. Home with the ones they love.
