Fairfax Avenue Lyrics

[Sung with an exaggerated thick Yiddish accent. The Tune is Eddy Grant's Electric Avenue with some small adaptation.]

[Man trying to cross the street, lots of car and motorcycle noises.]

Oy vey!
Oy a broch!
Oy vey!
Oy vey! Broch!

Now on my street there's a deli
The owner's got some kind of nerve
If the herring and onions don't kill you
You'll die of old age 'til you're served.

Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
You wouldn't believe the knishes
Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
That's where I buy my smoked fishes

Hey you maniac with a motorcycle, watch it!

The waitress, her name is Sadie
A very talkative girl
If words were like silver dollars,
She'd be the richest girl in the world

You gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
It must be next to China on the map
Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
'Cause you wouldn't believe all the JAPs

In Fairfax they have dances
But when they talk about breakdancing
It means they've broken their necks
Oy!

Now on the street there's a doctor
Who specializes in bris
He doesn't make too much on salary
But you wouldn't believe all the tips

Gotta boogie boogie schmoogie down to Fairfax Avenue
The beggars are real superstars
Gotta boogie boogie schmoogie down to Fairfax Avenue
They take money, checks, and credit cards

I got a cousin who does brises
He said if you wanna be good, there are no shortcuts

Down on the avenue
Down on the avenue

Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
You wouldn't believe the knishes
Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
That's where I buy my smoked fishes

Down on the avenue
Down on the avenue
Down on the avenue
Oy!
Down on the avenue

Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
It must be next to China on the map
Gotta schlep down to Fairfax Avenue
'Cause you wouldn't believe all the JAPs