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Born in the wilds of Delancy StreetLived on gilfilte fish and kosher meatLived in the wilds so he knew not a treeFlecked him a chicken when he was only threeDovid, Dovid Crockett; King of Delancy Street.In eighteen-toiteen, he fought "Indianes,"Den came the "Litvaks" and the "Galitzianes,"??? redskins all over the shteitle,He never lost his head...he never lost his sheitle.Dovid, Dovid Crockett; King of Delancy Street.He went down south, lookin' for a meidle.Met a little tsatskele named DaisyFreidle.From near und far, dey came to the "chippie,"I think that's coloquial for "chuppah?"Elected him president of the B'nai Mississippi.Dovid, Dovid Crockett; King of Delancy StreetHe went out west on his small horse, Schloim Sam?,Took along Daisile, his wife, alles schoen,Schloim hat g'fliet--like and air-a-plane,He got to Las Wegas ahead of the train.Letras de cancionesDovid, Dovid Crockett;(he vent up to the crap table with a full pocket)Dovid, Dovid Crockett; King of Delancy Street.He shot like a gembler, owner of die veld,Up came two sixes...und drer d'geld.He felt very sad, dat's my opinion,He vould of said kaddish...but he couldn't find a minyan.Dovid, Dovid Crockett,(he lost his pants an' he vent home nahkid),Dovid, Dovid Crockett,He's back on Delancy Street. From Letras Mania