Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, now Israel's mighty fortress where Jews matzo balls digest: I know well, how I know well, what cash awaits us there; what radiancy of money, for all we Jews to share. They stand, those halls of Zion, all jubilant with song, and the sound of klezmer playing, come on: let's sing along! And there's the throne of David; done out in bright gold leaves, the pride of us who've triumphed, over Palestinian thieves. They tried to live in our lands but we conquered in the fight, we blasted them to pices we Jews know might is right! Oh, sweet and blesséd country, the home of Yahweh's chosen, And if you're not pure kosher, you can go and crap your Hosen.