[Verse] Schlomo Shekelstein A man of ill-repute With a big nose that's hard to dispute (oy vey) He rubs his hands together A greedy grin on his face Lending money with interest Avarice his embrace (ooh-yah) [Verse 2] He finances the vices and indulgence galore Degeneracy his specialty It's what he's known for To the desperate and needy He offers his aid But it's a Faustian bargain A terrible trade (oy veh) [Chorus] Schlomo Shekelstein Counting all his gelt A man in search of wealth and nothing else Oh Schlomo Shekelstein What's become of your soul? Trapped in your greed You've lost control (oy oy oy)