Swing, Schmuel, Swing

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LYRICS:
EDDIE
THE PICTURE OF YOUR UNCLE SHMUEL
HANGING IN THE TEMPLE SCHOOL
IS DARK AND GRAY AND BLACK AND BROWN:
AN OIL EMBALMING OF A FROWN.

MURRAY
Eddie…

EDDIE
SO WHY NOT TOUCH IT UP A BIT?
HONESTLY WHO GIVES A SHIT?

MURRAY
Eddie! People can hear you…!

EDDIE
THE MAN IS DEAD FOR TWENTY YEARS.
ENOUGH WE CRIED RESPECTFUL TEARS!
…2, 3, 4…

TAKE OUT A CAN OF PAINT
GIVE TO SCHMUEL A SMILE.
THE MAN OF SUCH RESTRAINT
IN DEATH CAN GO A LITTLE WILD!
GIVE THE BEARD A TRIM,
THE CHEEKS A TOUCH OF RED.
THE EYES THAT WERE SO GRIM,
MAKE THEM SPIN INSIDE HIS HEAD

AND SWING SCHMUEL SWING!
SWING SCHMUEL SWING!
YOUR YARMULKE IS A TOP HAT
YOUR TALLIS IS A SILK CRAVAT
SO SWING SCHMUEL SWING!