Shake Hands with Your Uncle Max - Allan Sherman

I sell a line of plastics

And I travel on the road

And I have a case of samples

Which believe me is a load

Every night a strange cafe

A strange hotel and then

Early in the morning

I am on the road again

When the season’s over

And my lonesome journey ends

That’s the only time I see

My family and my friends

I drive up Ocean Parkway

And before I stop the car

My ma leans out the window

And she hollers, «Here we are!»

Shake hands with your Uncle Max, my boy

And here is your sister Shirl

And here is your cousin Isabel

That’s Irving’s oldest girl

And you remember the Tishman twins

Gerald and Jerome

We all came out to greet you

And to wish you welcome home

Meet.

Merowitz, Berowitz, Handelman, Schandelman

Sperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone

Boskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,

Kleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen

Smallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum

Levin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi

Brumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus

And Stein with an «e-i"and Styne with a «y»

Shake hands with your Uncle Sol mein boy

And here is your brother Sid

And here is your cousin Yetta

Who expects another kid

Whenever you’re on the road mein boy

Wherever you may roam

We’ll all be here when you come back

To wish you welcome home