This time I will not go meekly to the slaughter
I am Lenny Bruce with a machine gun
I am wearing the yellow star
And spikes on my wrist

My spiked collar will be for frontlets between mine eyes
And they shall be for booby traps on the door posts of my house and upon my gates
That ye may remember
And not go meekly to the slaughter

Ooh, yellow star (4x)

I have an international banking conspiracy
to blow up all the banks with looted gold
I have a fleet of Ryder trucks on 24 hour call
I am wearing the yellow star, it says get out of my way
I am wearing a trick flower in my lapel,
It shoots nerve gas for a laugh

My battered brown suitcase is filled with explosives and propaganda films
My shirt is striped, my boots are black
I have learned from my enemies
My uncle fought Nazis in the forests of Lithuania
I am wearing the yellow star
There will be no pogrom in Philadelphia, there will be no pogrom in Baltimore
I am Emma Goldman with a blowtorch
I am Harpo Marx with a machete borrowed from Ozomatli
I am Wavy Gravy with numchucks
I am Abbie Hoffman with a packet of sarin
I am Sandy Koufax with a zip gun

Ooh…Yellow Star (4x)

As Depression looms and the game begins
I am Lenny Bruce with a machine gun
My spiked collar shall be for frontlets between mine eyes
And they shall be for rocket launchers on my doorposts and upon my gates:
That ye may remember & not go meekly to the slaughter
I am wearing the yellow star

(lyrics: Dan Bern)