Resurrect Ben Gurion

Sign his release

Give him the peace prize

Then give him to me

Make the desert bloom again

Like it did once before

Give me the blessings of New York City

And a blank check from the CEO



There's plenty of space out there

You could be anywhere

Let my people go!

It's all been settled now

It woulda happened anyhow

Let my people go!



Build the IDF a high-rise

On Cortlandt Street

And when they die

They'll leave it to me

We'll all have new lots

And planned community

And when we die

They'll name it for me: