When I was a young Jewish boy,
I had a shagets cousin who asked me why on Hanukkah, of gifts I get a dozen.
Although he was a kibetser, he wore a worried face,
I said, "Hey, I'm no bigshot, here, I only get but eight."
One for every night, the festival of lights,
Latkas on the plate, and presents numbering eight.
I'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzut.
Children spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.
They tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.
Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.
The oil that burned for eight long days, we show with our menorah,
To antiok, as we were slaves, what a moyshkapoya,
Hanukkah, means literally, "a proud rededication."
So grab a seat, and have a gnash, enjoy the celebreration.
I'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzut.
Children spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.
They tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.
Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.
I'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzunt.
Children spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.
They tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.
Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.
Hey, I'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzunt.
Children spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.
They tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.
Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.
Oh, Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.