He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, ’cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother’s wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
March 3rd, 2010 at 1:01 pm
Any relation to Irving?
THE BALLAD OF IRVING
Frank Gallop
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, ’cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother’s wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
March 5th, 2010 at 1:16 am
“O.K. fella… If you wanna be my partner, you’ll need to get kosher by joining my club. For starters… You sure you’ve never heard of a Briss?”
March 5th, 2010 at 9:39 am
Lattkes with apple sauce for Mr. Ed and sourcreme for the Passover roughrider?
June 24th, 2014 at 6:57 pm
Hyman Old Cowhand…