The Dreidel Song
to the tune of "All Along the Watchtower"
"I have a little dreidel
I made him out of clay
But, oy, there's too much confusion,"
I heard the joker say.
"Schmucks and gonifs, they drink my wine
Their eggnog makes my head spin
My Chanukah gelt is worth bupkes
Oh, dreidel, will I ever win?"
"No reason, all this kvetching,"
the dreidel kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us
Who feel this whole month is but a joke.
"The economy is fakakta,
The mall has nowhere to park
The goyim buy toy guns that spark
Or flesh-colored Christs that
glow in the dark."
"I too have a little dreidel,"
Drake arrived to say.
"And she is one fine-ass dreidel
I molded her ass out of clay.
"I take her to Club Paradise
The DJ gives her a spin
And once she gets a taste of me
She falls, and then I win."
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