Goodbye child, you were born an American
Though you'll never see its shores again
Your formula was traded for a case knocked down at noon
But I'll remember you
As I kick aside the lychee pits
As they drag their feet and never cease to stare
As I carefully place my steps, watching kittens and phlegm
On my way up to Delancey

We are the psychos!
The pathetic, the quitters, the all-time losers
We are the rejects, the low-class, the unclean, the unkempt
We are the cretins, uncivilized millions, second-rate human beings
We are the heathens!
We are the heathens!

Though the origins change, they all pass through Hester Street
We all have
I would not have put my money on this horse, but it's won anyhow
And sent its competitors into shock
Yield to the Mongol hordes! Flee from the Celtic lore!
Set sail for the foamy shores
Because the heathens have won again
The heathens have won again
The heathens have won again!
We are the psychos!
The pathetic, the quitters, the all-time losers
We are the rejects, the low-class, the unclean, the unkempt
We are the cretins, uncivilized millions, second-rate human beings
We are the heathens!
We are the heathens!

Grab your spears and head for the hills!
The heathens have won again!