The Mennonite Game Lyrics

Well we wear white shirts and skinny black ties

And we walk around with Brylcreem in our hair

And we can't stand hippies or the folks from Mississippi

'Cause they're way too modern way down there

But we love our mother's cookin'

Her borscht and Niejoash koake, and to keep us all from goin' insane

we get together on a Sunday afternoon when it's time to play the Mennonite game

Well c'mon everybody play the game with me

It's the Mennonite game, you'll like it, you'll see

And if you try real hard, open up your mind

You may be lucky enough to be related to me

Now isn't your brother, Corny related to my brother, Abe

And doesn't your sister, Stella, have a nephew that's related to the Toews

Well let's go back to our family tree, bring back all them Mennonite names

And when we get to the top of the tree, we'll start all over again

Well c'mon everybody play the game with me

It's the Mennonite game, you'll like it, you'll see

And if you try real hard, open up your mind

You may be lucky enough to be related to me

And if you try real hard, open up your mind

You may be lucky enough to be related to me