Lots of names that I do see in my address book

Where de f*ck are they all now? I just took a look

Most I haven't the faintest clue, some I can't remember

Looks like a lonely birthday, in this coming December

Home alone, alone at work, it seems it's back to me

And really now all I want to do, is climb a mountain and scream!

I have to keep on going and with a smile, no frown

I'd better take my own advice: Don't let the barstewards grind me down!

Bruised and battered, hurt and scarred, betrayed and villified

Lied to, shat on and what's more, they cut me deep inside!

Yet still I'm here, I'm writing this and still I will endure

I've got to take all that they give, though it seems more and more

Is it because I can take it? I don't want it that's true

I can't believe that this is part of being born a Jew!

What a strange thought that one was, for down the centuries

We Jews we have been ostracised when trying to be free

It's true enough I am a Jew, I also am a Man

And in this life I think I lost my wonderful Master Plan!

Well not quite I will admit, my Master Plan Number 1

I can't remember ever having a Master Plan, not one!

I've always taken it as it comes, what else is there to do?

Whatever the reason that's how it is for this Alien Wandering Jew

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