I'd say that I'm a mongrel, a mongrel through and through.

There's part of me that's Irish, and part of me that's Jew.

There's Japanese and English Bohemian and Sioux.

And they say we're all related to an Eskimo named Blue.

Now the little that is Jewish, is awake most every night.

Cos I'm never really keen to have the money leave my sight.

I have lectured on Shillelaghs, Sweet and Sore and chopping sticks.

Are you sure you understand me, and they say that Mick's are thick?

Well I know nobody's perfect, but I'm sure you would agree.

That a relative from Ghana looks an awful lot like me.

If you ask me how it happened I would have to say, who knows.

When there's mixed blood in the family, you can only reap what's sown.

T' was my uncle Bill's grandfather on his mother's side of course.

Had this bonny bouncing baby from a lady on a horse.

Though the lady wasn't Christian, but a Jewish beauty Queen.

She still had a little Shamrock on a spot where few had been.

Now she knew she was in trouble, she was in it, that's for sure.

When the father was a Catholic from a spot in Baltimore.

With American connections, and a touch of Russian to.

It's know wonder I'm a mongrel, I'm  a mongrel through and through.