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My family came from Flushing
Not flush by any means
I dreamed of stardom living in the tuchus end of Queens
I talked the way I'm talking
My hair all frizz and curls

I prayed to Barbra Streisand
Patron saint of Jewish girls

Barbara, can you hear me?
Barbara, can you hear me?

I met up with an acting coach
And a talent agent too
They said, "Nobody gets famous
Who looks and talks like you."
You ain't got good English
You wear those spray-on jeans
You're nothing but a bridge and tunnelyiddish kike from Queens

I was mortified
But as I turned to go
I heard a voice inside me saying
"Eh, what do they know?"

Eh, what do they know
I thought "Eh, what do they know?"
Now technically
They may be correct but even so
Fran
You come from chosen people
We feel it in our gut
Though I often wonder
Chosen for what?

But if you try to be somebody else
You won't go very far
So don't be who you think they want
Just be who you are

But who was I?
When I pitched "The Nanny" to the networks, I said
"Think of it as the Sound of Music, only with the sound of me!"

Hehh

They said "We love it!
But, (There's always a but)
Don't think we don't love ethnic
Ethnic is terrific
We love a little flavor
But why be so specific?
Can't you use a tad less Yiddish?
'Cause the sponsor's getting skittish
Why not make her Italian
Or better, even British!"
I was down to my last dime and out of hope
Still I told Procter and Gamble
"No way, no how, no soap!
You want a shiksa, get a shiksa!
Why should I pretend?
And I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't exactly blend
It's in my blood and bones
I understand Jews
Let me play the part my way
And put the Jew in Julie Andrews!

Eh, what do they know?
Eh, what do they know?

Ain't nobody on my TV who's quite like me
Yeah, so?

I might as well stick to it
Give my dreams a try
Worst thing that can happen I'll shrivel up and die

But if you've got no further down to go
Then why not raise the bar?

Don't be a third-rate someone else
Just be who you are
Now
One month I'm the cover of three different magazines
Which ain't bad for this bridge and tunnel Yiddish kike from Queens
Just be who you are
And don't be who your not
They may say you're a schmendrick
But hey, you're all ya got

Eh, what do they know?
Eh, what do they know?

They say that I was finished, heh
That was long ago

I come from chosen people
We learned it from the bris
Finally I get it
Chosen for this!

To share the gifts I'm given
And shine, my little star

So don't be who you think they want
A shiksa with a slick bouffant
A mousey girl who'll be polite
You've got to yell and scream and fight
And scream and cry and beg and push
Make 'em laugh and shake your tush
And take pride in your heritage
It's gotten us this far

From Tel Aviv to Iceland
If you can't be Barbra Streisand

Just be who you a-a-are!

And that's Fran
Heh