Here's one of my favorites, transcribed from the album My Son, the Folksinger. Remember, he sang it in a sort of modified Jewish dialect (which came and went throughout the recording):

The Streets of Miami

As I wandered out on the streets of Miami,
I said to mineself, this is some fancy town.
I called up mine partner and said, “Hello, Sammy;
“Go pack up your satchel and mosey on down.”

I got me a bunk in the old Roney Plaza,
With breakfast and dinner included, of course;
I caught forty winks on mine private piazza,
Then I rented a pinto from Hertz Rent-a-Horse.
(He rented a pinto from Hertz Rent-a-Horse.)

My partner flew down on a non-scheduled airline;
You never did see such a pale-looking man.
I recognized him from his receding hairline,
He recognized me from mine beautiful tan.

‘Twas then that I heard fighting words from mine partner.
He said, “Marvin, the Roney is no place to stay;
“I'm going to the Fontainebleau, pardner, it’s mod’ner,
“And I’ll charge to the firm sixty dollars a day!”
(He'll charge to the firm sixty dollars a day.)

I said to him, “Paleface, you hanker for trouble;
“With the company checkbook you quick on the draw.”
He smiled and said, “Stranger, for me that goes double,
“’Cause west of the Fontainebleau, I am the law!”

Next morning, the whole Lincoln Road was deserted,        
And somewhere a hi-fi was playing a tune;
‘Cause everyone knew someone’s gonna be murdered,
In a Duel in the Sun on the stroke of High Noon.
(A Duel in the Sun at the stroke of High Noon.)

I took careful aim with mine trusty revolver;
The clock in the Fontainebleau struck twelve o’clock.
I shot, and Sam crumbled just like a piece Halvah,
And that’s what they call a Bad Day at Black Rock.

They came with a posse and took mine six-gun away;
The crowd was too angry to leave me in jail.
The Sheriff said, “Outlaw, I’m gon’ let you run away,
“But don’t ever be seen south of Fort Lauderdale!”

So now I can never go back to Miami,
And New York is so cold that a person could die;
I’d be better off dead like mine late partner Sammy,
‘Cause he’s in that big Fontainebleau in the sky!
('Cause he's in that big Fontainebleau in the sky!)