My Father in Law taught this to my kids: He grew up in the Bronx in the 1950's this was his version sung to the tune of the Hatikvah with a Yiddish accent:

Uncle Feivel had a store and business wasn't good
He asked his Tante what to do and this is what she said oyyyyyyy
Take a bottle kerosene and throw it on the floor
Take a match, make a scratch, no more candy store!