By Jeff Prager
May 22, 2017
Come and listen to my story ‘bout a man named Jacob,
A rich racketeer always kept his mistresses naked.
And then one day he was hangin’ with the Jews,
And up through the ground come a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea, on the Golan Heights man.
Well we already know old Jake's a billionaire,
With kinfolk stretched across the planet everywhere.
Except not a relative lived in Tel Aviv,
Loaded up the limo and moved in with the Israeli’s.
On the Heights, that is,
Oil pools, movie deals, war!
Well, now it’s time to say goodbye to Jake and all his kin,
Dick, Rupert, and Effie, thank you all for kindly droppin in.
You’re all invited back next week to this same area,
To have an illegal heapin’ helpin’ of our bombs in Syria.
Golan Hillbillies, that is.
Set a spell, take yer shoes off,
Y’all come back now, y’hear?
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