And of course, a goy is also me. A goy in Montreal.

I felt lost and alone in a sea of francophones
I was looking for a way to finagle
A way to stick around in this ever-changing town
My life saver turned out to be a bagel

I no longer wanted to rent a moving truck
I no longer felt as if I was a schmuck
We can stick together if we function as a group
What this country needs is a bowl of chicken soup

It won't help
It can't hurt!

Oy, oy, oy, there's so much to enjoy
Come to where the portions are not small
Oy, oy, oy, every girl and boy
It's good to be a goy in Montreal

Traditions today are waning away
But to me they're not just ephemeral
So when my son arrived to have him circumcised
I had to take him to the Jewish General

Until then I was the sort of man
Who thought the Jewish General was Moishe Dayan
A question of etiquette into my mind did slip
When your son is circumcised, do you leave a tip?

Oy, oy, oy, there's so much to enjoy
You don't have to be a Sadie or a Saul
Oy, oy, oy, every girl and boy
It's good to be a goy in Montreal

I like to take my belly into a Jewish deli
And eat a little smoked green on rye bread
One thing bothers me, how can you be
Kosher. and living in Ham ... stead?

Some Jewish delis ran afoul of the law
'Saul's Bagel Basement' isn't called that anymore
The name has been changed, and if you give them a call
They'll answer the phone "Hello. Bagel Sous-Sol"

Oy, oy, oy, there's so much to enjoy
Come to where the portions are not small
Oy, oy, oy, every girl and boy
It's good to be a goy in Montreal