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"SCHWELLER"
They didn't like Sol Palarny so they sent him up the creek
Low and behold the story's told he died there in the street
He was a man with a gamy head he's not like you an me
Sol was called a Schweller on the streets of Tel Aviv
Sol got plugged an the pistol smokes as the Jewish mob are crackin' jokes
The Isralies just turn there heads away the
Schweller has finally croaked
He'd a gammy head with a fuckin' heart why'd he have to die
32 years an still at home now the world was his to roam
He an his pop they tipped some pints had some
laughs and said good bye
From here to there Sol heard some jeers but little did he care
His mind was set to see the world in the greatest of his years
He ended up in Emitshire and there he met a girl
It was I love you, I love you 2, I love you 4, I love you more!
He'd a gamy head with a fuckin' heart why'd he have to die
The Schicksa's set to marry Sol as they paraded down the street
She was shot there on the spot an it knocked her off her feet
She clutched her rosary in her hands as she died in her lovers arms
Sol returned to Tel Aviv with tears an a broken heart
He showed up on the old main drag with her cross around his neck
An Ale Kragen of the Jewish mob saw more then he could stand
