Kol Hakavod!
Kol Hakavod!
At noon in the kasbah
When the souk was packed
I’d be walking around
My chest toned and hard
And they’d all be saying: What a guy
And as I walked down the alleyways
From every window they waved:
Kol Hakavod!
They all knew right then
Who’s deserving of all the honor
They all knew very well
Who’s always deserving of all the honor
…
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