Say! What a lot of guys there are

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itvish, heimish, all-the-same-ish,

No idea, or heard-the-name-ish…

This one drove his mother’s car.

This one took me to a bar.

Say! What a lot of guys there are.

Yes. Some turn red, and some turn white.

Some have paralytic fright.

Some dates are awesome. Some are sad.

And some are felony-level bad.

Why are some so sad and bad?

I do not know, but it makes me mad.

Some don’t care. Some care a lot.

Some are grownups. Some are not.

From there to here, from here to there,

Shidduchim are just everywhere.

There are lots of great girls. Also guys… I’m told.

But to get one of those you have to be bold.

So get dressed! Get your heels! Your war paint! Your sword!

Go seek your fortune in the jacketed horde!

Some have two ties and some have four.

Some are six feet and some are… five seven in heels.

Where do they come from? I can’t say.

G-d sends each one a weirder way.