Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Who Stole the Kishka?





I rolled over this morning at 5am as Auggie started grunting and complaining that he wanted to eat. I had already been up at midnight and 2:30 am so I was very tired. I nudged Dave and asked if he would feed Auggie a bottle so I could get another hour of sleep . When I came downstairs later Dave was sitting on the sofa singing Who Stole the Kishka to the baby.

Can I tell you how much I love that my husband happens to know the words to Who Stole the Kishka?

Baltimore Polocks unite!
I remember being at my grandmother's house on a Sunday and my grandfather listening to polka music on the radio.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAmLXrMv4-c
Here are the lyrics.

Who Stole the Kishka


Someone stole the kishka
Someone stole the kishka
Who stole the kishka,
from the butcher's shop?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone call the cops!

Fat and round and firmly packed
It was hanging on the rack
Someone stole the kishka
When I turned my back
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone bring it back!

Someone stole the kishka
Someone stole the kishka
Who stole the kishka,
from the butcher shop?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone call the cops!

Yusef found the kishka
Yusef found the kishka
Yusef found the kishka
And he hung it on the rack.
He found the kishka
He found the kishka
He found the kishka
Yusef brought it back
Heeeeeyyyyyyyy
Hey!
huh-huh-huh-huh

4 comments:

Bob said...

Aw Marni,
I love these moments. Can you post the song or lyrics? I want to be a Baltimore Polock too. But can I be a Gay Baltimore Polock uniting???

MLB said...

Here you go.. I posted the song and the lyrics..

Did I spell Polock correctly?

Bob said...

I don't know but honestly wouldn't it be devine humour if a Polock spelled it wrong?

abscott823 said...

that is so funny and brings back a lot of memories.

We listened to the Polish Program on Sundays at our grandparents house too, while Grandpop taught us to play BlackJack.

"Amy pour me a shot will you?"