Oh the sweet sounds of Shekels falling on her head from the shies, from yonder, in Israel.
And she sings:
Ya, ya, ya…. those sweeeet, sweeeeet, sweeeeeeeeeet shekels are the sunshine in my life.
No Shekels? my life is strife!
What would I do? without your shekels, oh dear?
I would DIE, if I don’t have them near.
Let the sweet Shekels come to me.
Who cares that I take Shekels, you see.