Eight Nights A Week

Shall I sing you a song about somethin'

Somethin' about which I don't know much

Because I'm a third

A numeral not a word

Singing of Hanukkah might seem faux

Yeah Irving Berlin wrote, 'White Christmas'

'God Bless America' too

Irv had some nerve

He could take a swerve

Pretty good for a short Russian Jew

And it all seems to be about oil

Making eight nights a week from just one

Like the fishes and loaves

So on Tuesday let Shrove know that there's not much new under the sun

Hey I know Hanukkah is the fun one

(Oh, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, oh)

You got your dreidels, your latkes and your song

(Oh, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, oh)

Unlike Yom Kippur when you zip up your zipper

In atonement for all you've done wrong

Yeah

Atone a while

Zip that thing, boy

(Oh)

(Fresh hot latkes yum yum yum)

In my lobby they light the menorah

But folks still got to move their parked cars

Surely God intended

(Oh)

Restriction suspended

Last man-made rules are from Mars

Christmas morning kids open their presents

Loot piled up under a lit tree

But Jewish kids can't peek

For their Eight nights a week

That seems less fraught and more fun to me

Hey shall I sing you a song about somethin'

(Hanukkah, Hanukkah there ain't no other one)

Somethin' about which I don't know

(Hanukkah, Hanukkah, holiday fun)

(Oh)

Because I'm a third

A numeral not a word

Singing of Hanukkah might seem faux

Hanukkah just might be a no-go

Hanukkah Hanukkah ho-ho-ho