Do they know it's Pesach?

Ah yes, another Pesach is upon is, and not just an excuse for me to dig out the picture of that stick of horseraddish Mother Grebson got last year, but also a time when traditionally many sungs are sung, including adaptations of well know tunes from the host culture. So here is my humble pascal offering...

It's Pesachtime,

there's no need to be afraid

At Pesachtime,

we let in crackers and we banish bread

And in our world of plastic

cutlery and cloths

Throw your arms around the world

at Pesachtime

But say a brocha,

pray for the other ones

At Pesachtime it's hard,

Cos it aint much fun

There's a world of constipation,

and it's a world of dread and pain

Where the only movement flowing

has the bitter sting of chrain

And all you ever wonder

Is will I crap again?

Well tonight thank God because

He'll help you poo.

And there won't be bread in Golders Green this Pesachtime

The greatest gift they'll get this year is cheese (Oooh)

But how much bloody cheese

Is it possible to fress?

Do they know it's Pesachtime at all?

Here's to you raise a glass for Elijah

Here's to you with your painful itchy bum

Do they know it's Pesachtime at all?

Feed them Matzo

Feed them Matzo

Feed them Matzo

Let them know it's Pesachtime again

Feed them Matzo

Let them know it's Pesachtime again

[then segue into…]

We are the Jews

We are the Children…