NTRO:      Here is the tale of Boris the Butcher

The most famous butcher in all of Mother Russia

His deli was legendary, they served everything

You name it, he’s got it

Unless you’re looking for tofu

VERSE:      Boris the Butcher

Was a big old jolly man

He worked all day long

And he loved his job

With a cleaver in each hand

Whether chuck or shank or tenderloin

He’s got your cut, if you’ve got the coin

Who’s that guy with the porterloin?

He’s Boris the Butcher

CHORUS:  With a whack, whack, whack (whack, whack, whack)

 

And a chop, chop, chop (chop, chop, chop) 

 

And a slice, slice, slice (slice, slice, slice)

 

On the chopping block

 

With a cut, cut, cut (cut, cut, cut)

 

And a hack, hack, hack (hack, hack, hack)

Who’s that dude with the fu man chu?

It’s Boris the Butcher

VERSE:      Boris has a deli at the end of Maple Street

He has all the finest freshest meats and cheeses, jeeze Louise

No job to big, no job too small

Got to take pride in them all.

He cooks, he cleans, he makes the calls

He’s Boris the Butcher

CHORUS:   With a whack, whack, whack (whack, whack, whack)

 

And a chop, chop, chop (chop, chop, chop) 

 

And a slice, slice, slice (slice, slice, slice)

 

On the chopping block

 

With a cut, cut, cut (cut, cut, cut)

 

And a hack, hack, hack (hack, hack, hack)

Who’s that guy with the lazy eye?

VERSE:      He’s Boris the Butcher

He’s a deli deity

With the finest set of cutlery

I wonder if he’s got a cut for me?

You’ve gotta try the honeyed ham.

The finest butcher in all the land.

Thank you, I do what I can

I’m Boris the Butcher

CHORUS:  With a whack, whack, whack (whack, whack, whack)

 

And a chop, chop, chop (chop, chop, chop) 

 

And a slice, slice, slice (slice, slice, slice)

 

On the chopping block

 

With a cut, cut, cut (cut, cut, cut)

 

And a hack, hack, hack (hack, hack, hack)

Who’s that fella with the red hot cheddah big fat mustache and he’s singin’ a capella? Hey!

He’s Boris the Butcher