Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manishewitz Goin' out to terrorize Goyim Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shiksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin'.
'Cause hey, we're the Brews Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi, we're the boys Orthodox, Hasidic, O.G. Ois
Orthopedic Dr. Martins Good for Waffle making Kickin' through the shin Reputation, gained through intimidation Pacifism no longer tradition
'Cause hey, we're the Brews Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the Brews The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews
We got the might, Psycho meshugenas We can't lose a fight, As we are the chosen ones. Chutzpah driven, We battle then we feast. We celebrate, we'll separate Our milk plates from our meat.
Hey, we're the Brews Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox, Hasidic, O.G. Ois --The Brews NOFX Punk in Drublic 1994
Hit ya, I’m gon’ get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your bar mitzvah --from Holla Busta Rhymes Genesis 2001
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand Think your drinkin’ wine, Dad, it’s blood of the lamb That’s no way to treat your son now is it, Abraham After he busted his ass for you You’ve never known no hunger, never took a risk Through you know you should, you know you’d never raise a fist If the boss asked you to jump you know You’d find the nearest cliff That man talks down to you And you talk down to me too now Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle drinkin’ doubles at the bar Master and Slave, God bless you both I got two for the price of one.
Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle, drinkin’ doubles at the bar Master and Slave, God bless you both I got two for the price of one Such a deal for your only son
When will this tension be all over For fallen sons and fathers too I’m down to my last dime No faith in mankind C’mon let’s swing into the groove...
Like Jack Horner wrapped up in a corner But I never saw a slice of no pie Ooh, too busy standin’ in line Just waitin’ for bread But the father he walks the water He ain’t never tossed a nickel to his son Ain’t I your prodigal boy? Ain’t I your pride and joy?
Friends and Romans, I’m your brother I’m scratchin’ to hang on The pursuit of happiness is just a carpetbaggers con When a can of pork and beans could change my attitude You won’t give it up but I coulda been you While the masters and slaves scratch For pieces of the dream For purple mountain majesties Whatever the hell that means They give up on each other And that’s the way they get ahead But I can still see the stars Through these red, white, and blue prison bars
Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle, drinkin’ doubles at the bar Master and Slave, God bless you both I got two for the price of one
Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle, drinkin’ doubles at the bar Master and Slave, God bless you both I got two for the price of one Such a deal for your only son
Master and slave Master and slave Ooh, Master and slave
--Master and Slave Cherry Poppin' Daddies Zoot Suit Riot 2001
The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, his blue eyes they were shining and his voice was very cold. He said, "I’ve had a vision and you know I’m strong and holy, I must do what I’ve been told." So he started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking, and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller, the lake a lady’s mirror, we stopped to drink some wine. Then he threw the bottle over. Broke a minute later and he put his hand on mine. Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture, I never could decide. Then my father built an altar, he looked once behind his shoulder, he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted by a demon or a god. You who stand above them now, your hatchets blunt and bloody, you were not there before, when I lay upon a mountain and my father’s hand was trembling with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I inquire, Just according to whose plan? When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can. And mercy on our uniform, man of peace or man of war, the peacock spreads his fan.
--The Story of Isaac Leonard Cohen Songs from a Room 1969
It’s the age of reason for the anarchist It’s a change of venue for the lobbyist It’s a dream of justice buried in the grist
It’s a secret briefing based on need to know It’s a condescending rationale from command control Feel the sense of wonder at the overthrow
It’s a rite of passage through a hurricane Through a rolling thunder through a screaming rain Hear the shriek of Abel hear the cry of Cain
And Abraham will take his son Five billion years from now the cruelty will be done
Make a destination Of the greater truth Make 'em hang their heads and eat their words When you find the proof This is all you’re given It’s your only move
It’s a rite of passage for the everyman To a higher ground To a brighter light To a promised land You can feel the power Of the master’s hand
It’s a rite of passage
--Rite of Passage Bob Seeger It's a Mystery 1995
Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin’ me on" God said, "No"—Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin’, you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d’you want this killin’ done?" God said, "Out on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose Welfare department, they wouldn’t give him no clothes He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?" Howard said, "There’s only one place I know" Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run" Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun And said, "That way, down Highway 61"
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King, "I got 40 red-white-and-blue shoestrings And a thousand telephones that don’t ring Do you know where I can get rid of these things?" And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a moment, son" Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren’t right "My complexion," she says, "is much too white" He said, "Come here and step into the light" He said, "Hmm, you’re right, let me tell the second mother this has been done" But the second mother was with the seventh son And they were both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was very bored Trying to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very easily done We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61"
--Highway 61 Revisted Bob Dylan Highway 61 Revisited 1965
"Okay... This is a song that uhh... There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh... Not too many Chanukah songs. So uhh... I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear any Chanukah songs. Here we go..."
Put on your yarmulke Here comes Chanukah So much funukah To celebrate Chanukah Chanukah is the festival of lights Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights
When you feel like the only kid in town without a Christmas tree Here's a list of people who are Jewish just like you and me David Lee Roth lights the menorah So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli Bowzer from Sha Na Na and Arthur Fonzarelli Paul Newman's half Jewish, Goldie Hawn's half too Put them together, what a fine lookin' Jew
You don't need "Deck The Halls" or "Jingle Bell Rock" 'Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock—both Jewish
Put on your yarmulke It's time for Chanukah The owner of the Seattle Supersonicahs Celebrates Chanukah
O.J. Simpson, not a Jew But guess who is? Hall of famer Rod Carew—he converted We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish—not too shabby
Some people think that Ebenezer Scrooge is Well he's not, but guess who is All three Stooges So many Jews are in showbiz Tom Cruise isn't, but I heard his agent is
Tell your friend Veronica It's time to celebrate Chanukah I hope I get a harmonica Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah So drink your gin and tonicah And smoke your marijuanikah If you really, really wannakah Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Chanukah Happy Chanukah
--The Chanukah Song Adam Sandler What the Hell Happened to Me? 1996
While traveling through the Lone Star State I lost my lunch before I ate, It happened in a pull-ahead café. Yahoo! I felt my bones begin to crunch I saw my name on the businessman’s lunch And the neck who owned the place stepped up to say: "Hey buddy, are you blind, Say, partner, can’t you read the sign?"
We reserve the right to refuse service to you, Take your business back to Walgreen’s, Have you tried your local zoo? You smell just like a communist, You come on through just like a Jew, We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, I walked on in to my House of God Congregation on the nod, Just chosen folks are doing their weekly thing. Hear, O Israel, yes indeed, My book was backwards, couldn’t read, But I got a good rise when I heard that Rabbi sing, "Baruch atah Adonoi, What the hell are you doing back there, boy?"
We reserve the right to refuse services to you, Your friends are all on welfare — You call yourself a Jew? You need your ticket and your tie To zip your prayers on through, We reserve the right to refuse services unto you.
Life from Laos and Cambodia No more tears tonight they showed ya The latest old war movies on TV. You know it’s bound to escalate So go and turn on channel eight, Watch channel seven border channel three. Well, I won’t mind your tanks and jets and jeeps And speaking on behalf of all my fellow creeps:
We reserve the right to refuse service to you, Right, face, forward, move And get the children, too. Let Saigons be bygones, Don’t you blow this world in two. We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, it’s just my luck that God’s a Texan One big sonbitchin’ Anglo-Saxon, Some crazy tall Norwegian bore Just to help my body shipped air-freight From Texas to the Pearly Gate Just ring the bell and leave me at the door. I’ll be somewhere over Jordan swinging low, I’ll hear them tape-recorded angels in lifelike stereo
Singing, "We reserve the right to refuse service to you, Take your business back to Walgreen’s, Have you tried your local zoo? Our quota’s filled for this year On singing Texas Jews, We reserve the right to refuse service to you."
--We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service to You Kinky Friedman Sold American 1973
Well, a redneck nerd in a bowling shirt was a-guzzlin’ Lone Star beer Talking religion and-uh politics for all the world to hear. "They oughta send you back to Russia, boy, or New York City one You just want to doodle a Christian girl and you killed God’s only son."
I said, "Has it occurred to you, you nerd, that that’s not very nice, We Jews believe it was Santa Claus that killed Jesus Christ." "You know, you don’t look Jewish," he said, "near as I could figger I had you lamped for a slightly anemic, well-dressed country nigger."
No, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore, They don’t turn the other cheek the way they done before. He started in to shoutin’ and a-spittin’ on the floor, "Lord, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore."
He says, "I ain’t a racist but Aristotle Onassis is one Greek we don’t need And them niggers, Jews and Sigma Nus, all they ever do is breed. And wops 'n micks 'n slopes 'n spics 'n spooks are on my list And there’s one little hebe from the heart of Texas — is there anyone I missed? "
Well, I hits him with everything I had right square between the eyes. I says, "I’m gonna gitcha, you son of a bitch ya, for spoutin’ that pack of lies. If there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s an ethnocentric racist; Now you take back that thing you said 'bout Aristotle Onassis."
No, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore, We don’t turn the other cheek the way we done before. You could hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor "Lord, they sho’ ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore!" All right!
No, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore, We don’t turn the other cheek the way they done before. You hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor Lord, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore.
Everybody! They ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore, They ain’t makin’ carpenters who know what nails are for. Well, the whole damn place was singin’ as I strolled right out the door "Lord, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore!"
No, we ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore, We don’t turn the other cheek the way they done before. Well, the whole damn place was singin’ as I strolled right out the door "Lord, they ain’t makin’ Jews like Jesus anymore!"
--They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore Kinky Friedman Kinky Friedman 1974
Riddle me this brother can you handle it Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost but now I'm found The music washes over and you're one with the sound Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall I think I'm starting to peak now Al From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go SHADRACH MESHACH ABEDNEGO
Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes a man can play Music for all and not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers If not for my vices my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean wine and women and song and such I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo SHADRACH MESHACH ABEDNEGO
Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks Got more stories that J.D. Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Neuman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn Sippin on wine and mackin Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me Being very proud to be an M.C. And the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESHACH ABEDNEGO
--Shadrach The Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique 1989
Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Come sta e? Ho fato molte telefonate Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh Holler back challah bread... next We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties
--from 3 the Hard Way The Beastie Boys To the 5 Boroughs 2004
I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say
--from Right Right Now Now The Beastie Boys To the 5 Boroughs 2004
Yo, it's Hanukkah time right about now We be dreidlin' We 'bout to set it Baby go get your dreidel on
Get your dreidel on
All of my homies in Santa Monica celebrate Hanukkah And my peeps in the streets are shvitzing for every one of those 8 nights of lights And a menorah of Muthafuckin' fantasy of fun, all rolled into one
See the thing is, I'm not really Jewish But Mike said, Kil, won't you come down So I hopped up to do this Through this time of 8 days We all come together and celebrate We grub lots of matzas and latkas, a.k.a. potato pancakes
Get your dreidel on
3, 2, 1 Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah Oh, what a lotta fun Here I go again, once again No I don't mean to offend I grub all my gefilte fish, mmm, as quick as I can Then I light a candle and, ouch! Whoops, I just burned my hand Don't really matter though, 'cause I gotta go And down some Manischewitz wine Yeah now I'm feelin’ just fine
Yo, Mikey in the temple, all up on the beamer, eatin’ Halvah, halvah You know I'll be cleaner than a shiny silver platter of chocolate chip macaroons My afro leavin’ Mike shadows as I step in the room
You heard Hanukkah was comin’ and it's comin’ correct Lightin’ candles, open presents, giving family respect To the creator of the earth and of the fruit of the vine Manischewitz flowin’ large, like it ain't got the time, yo
'Cause we be eatin Halvah, halvah With salt and butta'
That's right Hanukkah 2001, y'all We be dreidlin' We're outta here Shalom fo sheezy my neezy
--Get Your Dreidle On Incubus Non-album release 2001
Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ’s name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks Overpaid meat magicians
Life is killing me
--from Life is Killing Me Type O Negative Life is Killing Me 2003