Up in
The rebbe always looks hotter,
When he isn’t really there,
You wanted to marry his daughter,
God didn’t answer that prayer.
And that was just too bad now,
It left an uncertain fate,
And all because the Rebbe
Was too good to procreate!
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A bunch of Hasidim,
Think they’re such pure Yidden,
And get into fights!
Some of the Yechis are a delight,
But are they really doing Yiddishkeit?
Are they a cult,
What will be the result,
Up in
Down here the Yidden are happy,
As they receive their welfare checks,
Yidden in
‘Cause rebbe won’t resurrect.
But Yidden in
Things really ain’t so bad,
When Moshiach turns out to be Shabbetai,
We all gon’ to be so sad!
Up in
Up in
They say they’re great,
They make us irate,
So we punch out their lights!
Every year they get a big Hanukkah light,
Over at Chabad they burn so bright,
They think they’ll go so far,
Not as cool as Satmar,
Up in
Up in
They got their menorahs
And also fedoras
Lookin’ so tight!
Even Yosef and Eliyahu,
Agree Schneerson was a pretty cool Jew
The people would holler
When he handed out dollars
Up in
The chazzan sounds a note,
The boys in cheder,
They all learn by rote.
The shochet kills fowls,
The rebbetzin scowls,
The mohel gets a tip!
(Yeah)
The shammes he sweeps,
Tzedaka he keeps,
He hopes no one sees,
The change that he reaps,
They say the Yechi,
We eat treif in Monsey,
But at least we’re not Reform.
Up in
Nothing’s as nice,
As Jews with some spice,
And really nice tights!
Yes, while Bobov’s full of despair,
Chabad prays to an empty chair,
If they had a leader,
He’d stand tall as a cedar,
And they’d reunite!
All the wives’ schmattes,
Bring their husbands such naches,
Up in
Things work with such ease,
When the rebbe’s deceased,
Don’t confuse them with Skver,
Or they’ll cut off your hair,
Yeah I’m telling you,
It don’t pay to screw,
With those guys in Crown Heights!
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ow, diss!
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