European Boys

I love myself a European boy
I can hardly keep my composure
With an accent that cute, and the style to boot
I seek 'em out like a poacher

So I ask him on a date, and we'll have a swell time
Then I feel his hand creep on my thigh
Run back to my apartment, and everything slows
When he leans in real close

And the kissing turns to tonguing
Which turns into making love
And we're thrusting and we're sweating
And I'm watching close because

There is something I have brewing
That I really want to mention
Wait 'til he's delirious with pleasure
Then I ask the question

"So, you're a hundred percent European, right?"
"Ya"
"Just here for study abroad?"
"Ya"
"Then what were your grandparents doing between 1939 and 1945?
What a shame
I had a feeling!"

Did you hear that, grandma, grandpa?
Your dear grandson got pegged by a Jew!
The best part is that I did
Every single thing he begged me to

I whipped him and I spanked him
'Til his little tush turned pink
Then he whined and moaned and whimpered
And it's much worse than you think

I made him kneel and call me Rebbi
Oh, that really made his day
He was so overcome with ecstasy
He let out an "Oy Vey!"

Who'd have thought that this all started
With a little simple kiss?
Give him eight days and he'll call on me
To carry out his bris

I love myself a European boy
I think they're mighty sweet
They say revenge is best served cold
But I think it's best served in heat

I'm glad you Nazi freaks got a front row glimpse
Of these Ashkenazi jugs
Turning your grandsons into simps

Oh!
Onto my next European boy!