Passover Seder (tune of Officer Krupke, from West Side Story, by Phil Trechak [2009]) www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-ANndOTmY0 Deeeeear Passover attendees, Come listen to my plea To bring to light some issues Of Passover decree We sit around the table Content with status quo So here's a list of Things I wanna know This Passover Seder, what is it about? It makes me cast an eye to it of serious doubt It's been in existence for thousands of years Someday I hope it disappears (Disappears!) Disappears, disappears Each and every year Like the ozone layer disappears Deeeear kind and wise Elijah You've got all us confused The front door is wide open Your cup is filled with booze Your seat is sitting empty It's gotten us depressed Every year you're such a rotten guest This Passover Seder, its outdated rules, Has made all of us chosen people choose to be fools We'd like to be gracious, but this is so wrong Six hour dinners are too long (They're too long!) They're too long, they're too long They're too gosh darn long Like the Ten Commandments, way too long Deeeear chosen leader Moses, You've spoken with the Lord To lead us through the desert No yeast is our reward You got us out of Egypt And don't deserve this flap But 40 years, man, couldn't you bring a map This Passover Seder, it's earning my hate I'm actually surprised at the low absentee rate We use paper dishes and claim we've gone green Deep down the truth is we don't clean (We don't clean!) We don't clean, we don't clean Jews just hate to clean We are all allergic, we don't clean Deeeear author of Haggadahs, You're fouling up my mood There's way more than four questions And what's up with the food? We symbolize our freedom By eating like a slave Can't we eat and maybe just not shave This Passover Seder, created in haste This piece of Jewish history is served with no taste Your rules that we follow, were made off the cuff Someday the Jews will call your bluff (Call your bluff!) Call your bluff, call your bluff Scream we've had enough If we weren't so guilty we'd call bluff Deeeear Mr. Manischewitz, This Seder is your heist, Your wine and cookie products Are truly overpriced Your prices keep on rising And yet our income falls You have got us by the Matzah balls This Passover Seder, so hard to defend It's tough for you to argue when the service won't end You clean out your kitchen, the treif we dispose Jews love to celebrate our woes (All our woes!) All our woes, all our woes With our friends and foes We're not happy till we share our woes The trouble is we're Jewish The trouble is we're stressed The trouble is the story That's so hard to digest The trouble is the menu Which hardly is ideal Food so bad, we pray after the meal Oh, Passover Seder, I'm down on my knees I thought that being Jewish Meant no burgers with cheese I realize it's hopeless and to my chagrin Hey Passover Seder, you win!