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I SLICED PASTRAMI FOR THE CIA (AND FOUND GOD) (Sherwood Ross) I ran a kosher deli Down old Virginia way Not far from the Pentagon And the CIA An Admiral got heartburn Two generals passed away That's when my country called on To trick for the U.S.A. Oh, I was whisked to Langley In a foreign service car Asked to go to Cuba Set up my deli bar "Irving, slice the same pastrami You fix here every day Let's hope Big Enchilada Is gonna come your way." cho: Oh, I sliced pastrami for the CIA The CIA, the CIA It was Fidel deedle deedle deedle dee all day Down old Havana way. Armed with just a butcher knife And a roll of Cuban bills They flew me in a southeast line They dropped me in some hills I floated to Havana And I am proud to say I set up a little deli Hoping he'd drop in someday One day soon it happened In the afternoon lunch crowd This bearded man he entered So arrogant and proud "I hear you got pastrami That could give the devil fright Don't be chintzy with the mustard Let's see if they are right." Now I knew he was a tough guy The Mafia missed its turn But where they failed with poison I'd nail him with heartburn They could not make his beard fall So that he'd look less virile Boldly I sliced a double one I'd freeze his Cuban smile. cho: Well, Fidel took one bite from it His sunbrowned face turned white He began to choke and gasp But asked for another bite Just then the sky split open A voice cried loud and shrill: "Irving take back that pastrami I said Thou Shalt Not Kill!" Fidel, he got angry But I was out of reach Miraculous this hand comes down I'm flown half price to Miami Beach Now I'm back at my old deli And somehow very proud I sliced pastrami for the CIA And that's how I found God! cho: Copyright Sherwood Ross, 1982 @political @food @illness filename[ PSTRMCIA TUNE FILE: PSTRMCIA CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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