Lyrics
[Verse] Getting kinda older, and my memorys but a sketch. So have a seat and let this old and withered mensch kvetch. I have a son named Chuckie, and my wife is probably dead. But I can't recall what month it is, but I baked this unleavened bread. [Chorus] Chuckie is it Passover? I really need to know. The shtick is up, I'm so confused, and my tuchus starting to grow. Chuckie is it Passover? I don't mean to be schmaltzy. I'm just a schlub, feeling all verklempt, and I don't wish to be.
