Lyrics

This joke’s been old since it began
Steaming and steaking with a bunch of men
Nothing triggers in me an anxiety attack
Like a Russian boy, kneading on your back

And the Schivtz, and the Schvitz
Oh the Schivtz is back
Don’t be sober as a matter of fact
At the Schivtz, at the Schvitz
And I’m regretting it too
Let’s never talk about this
If it’s alright with you