Here are some funny Passover songs. Hope you enjoy!
A Few Of My Favorite Things
(To the tune of “These are a few of my favorite things”)
Cleaning and cooking and so many dishes
Out with the hametz, no pasta, no knishes
Fish that’s gefillted, horseradish that stings
These are a few of our passover things.
Matzoh and karpas and chopped up haroset
Shankbones and kiddish and yiddish neuroses
Tante who kvetches and uncle who sings
These are a few of our Passover things.
Motzi and maror and trouble with Pharoahs
Famines and locusts and slaves with wheelbarrows
Matzah balls floating and eggshell that cling
These are a few of our Passover things.
When the plagues strike
When the lice bite
When we’re feeling sad
We simply remember our Passover things
And then we don’t feel so bad.
Same Time Next Year
(to the tune of “Makin’ Whoopee”)
Another Pesach, another year,
The family seder with near and dear…
Our faces shining,
All thoughts of dining
Are put on hold now.
We hear four questions,
The answer given
Recalls the Jews from Egypt driven.
The khrain is bitter, (haroset better!)
Please pass the matzah.
Take Me Out To The Sedar
(To the tune of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame!”)
Take me out to the Seder
Take me out with the crowd.
Feed me on matzah and chicken legs,
I don’t care for the hard-boiled eggs.
And its root, root, root for Elijah
That he will soon reappear.
And let’s hope, hope, hope that we’ll meet
Once again next year!
Take me out to the Seder
Take me out with the crowd.
Read the Haggadah
And don’t skip a word.
Please hold your talking,
We want to be heard.
And lets, root, root, root for the leader
That he will finish his spiel
So we can nosh, nosh, nosh and by-gosh
Let’s eat the meal!!!
Moses Island
(To the tune of Gilligan’s Island)
Just recline right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of dreadful trip.
That started with ten awful plagues brought onto Egypt,
brought unto Egypt.
The boss he was a Jewish man raised as a Pharaohs son.
Then G-d he did come calling and soon the fun begun,
soon the fun begun.
More blood, such frogs, and all those bugs,
Pharaoh could just barely see.
The Jews were really scoring points and soon they would be free.
and soon they would be free.
They shlepped and shlepped for forty years across a desert land.
He went up to Mt Sinai and a party soon began,
a party soon began.
Moses, the Pharaoh too, Aaron and his wife.
Marianne the skipper too here
on the desert island.
There's No Seder Like Our Seder
(To the tune of There's No Business Like Show Business)
There's no seder like our seder,
There's no seder I know.
Everything about it is halachic
Nothing that the Torah won't allow.
Listen how we read the whole Haggadah
It's all in Hebrew
'Cause we know how.
There's no Seder like our seder,
We tell a tale that is swell:
Moses took the people out into the heat
They baked the matzah
While on their feet
Now isn't that a story
That just can't be beat?
Let's go on with the show!
Take Us out of Egypt
(To the tune of Take me out to the ball game”)
Take us out of Egpyt
Free us from slavery
Bake us some matzah in a haste
Don't worry 'bout flavor--
Give no thought to taste.
Oh it's rush, rush, rush, to the Red Sea
If we don't cross it's a shame
For it's ten plagues,
Down and you're out
At the Pessah history game.
Elijah
(to the tune of “Maria”)
Elijah! I just saw the prophet Elijah. And suddenly that name Will never sound the same to me. Elijah! He came to our seder Elijah! He had his cup of wine, But could not stay to dine This year-- Elijah! For your message all Jews are waiting: That the time's come for peace and not hating-- Elijah-- Next year we'll be waiting. Elijah!
Just a Tad of Haroset
(to the tune of “Just a spoon full of sugar”)
Chorus:
Just a tad of haroset helps the bitter herbs
go down,
The bitter herbs go down, the bitter herbs go down.
Just a tad of Charoset helps the bitter herbs
go down,
In the most disguising way.
Oh, back in Egypt long ago,
The Jews were slaves under Pharaoh
They sweat and toiled and labored
through the day.
So when we gather Pesach night,
We do what we think right.
Maror, we chew,
To feel what they went through.
Chorus
So after years of slavery
They saw no chance of being free.
Their suffering was the only life they knew.
But baby Moses grew up tall,
And said he'd save them all.
He did, and yet,
We swear we won't forget.
That......
Chorus
While the Maror is being passed,
We all refill our water glass,
Preparing for the taste that turns us red.
Although Maror seems full of minuses,
It sure does clear our sinuses.
But what's to do?
It's hard to be a Jew!!!
Chorus
The Ballad of the Four Sons
(to the tune of “Clementine”)
Said the father to his children,
"At the seder you will dine,
You will eat your fill of matzah,
You will drink four cups of wine."
Now this father had no daughters,
But his sons they numbered four.
One was wise and one was wicked,
One was simple and a bore.
And the fourth was sweet and winsome,
he was young and he was small.
While his brothers asked the questions
he could scarcely speak at all.
Said the wise one to his father
"Would you please explain the laws?
Of the customs of the seder
Will you please explain the cause?"
And the father proudly answered,
"As our fathers ate in speed,
Ate the paschal lamb 'ere midnight
And from slavery were freed."
So we follow their example
And 'ere midnight must complete
All the seder and we should not
After 12 remain to eat.
Then did sneer the son so wicked
"What does all this mean to you?"
And the father's voice was bitter
As his grief and anger grew.
"If you yourself don't consider
As son of Israel,
Then for you this has no meaning
You could be a slave as well."
Then the simple son said simply
"What is this," and quietly
The good father told his offspring
"We were freed from slavery."
But the youngest son was silent
For he could not ask at all.
His bright eyes were bright with wonder
As his father told him all.
My dear children, heed the lesson
and remember evermore
What the father told his children
Told his sons that numbered four.
Pharaoh Doesn’t Pay
(To the tune of “I’ve been Working on the Railroad”)
We’ve been working on these buildings;
Pharaoh doesn’t pay.
We’ve been doing what he tells us
Mixing straw with clay.
Can’t you hear the master calling,
“Hurry up, make that brick!”
Can’t you feel the master whip us
‘Til we’re feeling sick.
Oy vay, it’s a mess,
A terrible distress,
Oy vay, it’s a mess for Jews, us Jews.
Moshe’s in the palace with Pharaoh,
Warning of all God’s clout, clout, clout.
Moshe’s in the palace with Pharaoh,
And God’s gonna get us out!
We’re singing . . . .
Fee, Fi, Fiddely eye oh,
Make our matzahs “to go” oh oh oh.
Fee, Fi, Fiddely eye oh,
Stick it to the ol’ Pharaoh!