2024-04-17
Lyrics
I was sitting at the Seder, feeling fairly spruce When my uncle leaned in whispering 'bout the brisket's juice His jokes were old as Moses, but we laughed like something new 'Bout the matzah's crunch and how the gefilte fish just flew By the time we reached the plagues, his punchlines took their toll He'd split the sea of seriousness with humor in his soul Now cousin Mo, with his plate piled high, was like a mountain range But when he tried to ask a question, it sounded kinda strange 'Elijah's cup stood waiting, as we poured another round And we joked our bitter herbs were the spiciest in town The afikomen hidden, but uncle found it in his chair Said he’d part the cushions like the Red Sea, just to be fair Auntie gave a smirk, with her charoset piled neat Said it's sweeter than our history and twice as hard to beat We raised our glasses high, our spirits for to buoy 'Til uncle shouted, 'Next year, someone free this boy!” He meant me - the youngest, but with jokes I'm rather sage Told 'em I found the burning bush, it's just heartburn at my age
