Текст песни Shake Hands With Your Uncle Max, My Boy - Allan Sherman

Shake Hands With Your Uncle Max, My Boy

I sell a line of plastics\nAnd I travel on the road\nAnd I have a case of samples\nWhich believe me is a load\nEvery night a strange cafe\nA strange hotel and then\nEarly in the morning\nI am on the road again\nWhen the season’s over\nAnd my lonesome journey ends\nThat’s the only time I see\nMy family and my friends\nI drive up Ocean Parkway\nAnd before I stop the car\nMy ma leans out the window\nAnd she hollers, «Here we are!»\nShake hands with your Uncle Max, my boy\nAnd here is your sister Shirl\nAnd here is your cousin Isabel\nThat’s Irving’s oldest girl\nAnd you remember the Tishman twins\nGerald and Jerome\nWe all came out to greet you\nAnd to wish you welcome home\nMeet.\nMerowitz, Berowitz, Handelman, Schandelman\nSperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone\nBoskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,\nKleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen\nSmallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum\nLevin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi\nBrumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus\nAnd Stein with an «e-i"and Styne with a «y»\nShake hands with your Uncle Sol mein boy\nAnd here is your brother Sid\nAnd here is your cousin Yetta\nWho expects another kid\nWhenever you’re on the road mein boy\nWherever you may roam\nWe’ll all be here when you come back\nTo wish you welcome home