Gefilte Flip

(ay, check the heat on the stove)

(spin

that thing) Yeah, wrist looking like frozen brisket,

man.

Light the eighth candle,

watch how we get

it.

Rolling through the kitchen in some fuzzy house slippers Counting golden chocolate

coins, dodging plastic scissors Dreidel on the linoleum,

spinning like a top

Oil in the skillet popping,

telling me don't stop (sizzle) Got the sour cream sidecar,

apple sauce to go

Drifting down the hallway like a rabbi in the snow Clean pair

of socks, thick soles on the rug Give the whole congregation one

aggressive hug.

Spin that, flip that,

get the gelt stack (spin it!) Latkes in the pan and you

know they hit back Eight crazy nights and we running all that

(woo!) Spin that, flip that,

get the gelt stack (yeah) Menorah blazing up like a grand display!

Shabbat dinner leftovers boxed up in the trunk Sliding through the strip

mall bumping heavyweight funk Uncle brought the Manischewitz,

pouring up a cup Told me keep it kosher while I turn

the bass up (turn it up!) Challah braided tighter than a high-end

wire Every candle glowing like a wild backyard fire Got no time

for gossip, got no time to chat

Tip the velvet yarmulke,

tilt it like a hat.

Hold up, cut the oil,

turn the burner down low (shhh) Somebody tell the DJ let the

clarinet go! We spinning on 'em sideways,

Gimel on the dice Pay me in rugelach,

you don't gotta ask twice! (hahaha)

Spin that, flip that,

get the gelt stack (spin it!) Latkes in the pan and you

know they hit back Eight crazy nights and we running all that

(let's go!)

Spin that, flip that,

get the gelt stack (yeah)

Menorah blazing up like a grand display!

(man, scrape the pan,

don't leave nothing) (pass the sour cream) Happy holidays to everybody,

go wash your hands.

Peace.