Holiday Song Remix: New Classics We'd Really Like to Hear

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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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