The Last of Yankel Dovid
Yankel went to see his doc
He wasn’t feeling chipper
The doctor said there’s nothing wrong
You’ll recover by Yom Kippur.
Yankel’s lawyer called him up
And said there is some trouble
Your accountant’s gone to jail
And now you must pay double.
Yankel bought a clarinet
He wants to be a klezmer
When he played they sighed
But they really meant oy veiz mir.
Yankel’s tooth se toot him vay
His head is just a klupping
He doesn’t have a dentist
So for one he must go shopping.
Yankel went to Glasgow town
He wants to buy a kilt
He located Jewish tartan
And his kilt can now be built.
(btw – there actually IS a Jewish tartan – designed by a Chabad Rabbi and approved by the official tartan society. See it on
Google)
Yankel said he’d help his wife
He tried to wash the dishes
She inspected and replied
“There’s remnants from the knishes.”
Yankel signed an IOU
So money he could borrow
On the day the note was due
He said “I’ll pay tomorrow.”
Yankel loves to get down low
And play with kleine kinder
And if you cannot love him now
You really are a blinder.
Yankel davens with delight
He knows Hashem can hear him
His kavanah is truly great
It is what does endear him.
Yankel says his song is done
He’s told his long sad story
A man with little mazel
But a neshamah filled with glory.