Hannukka Rap
Long ago in the land of Judah lived a man who had four bruddah,
His daddies name was Matathious, Boy Oh Boy he sure was pious,
His name was Judah ,called The Hammer ,he was big and strong a real hard slammer.
Said "I'm a Jew , don't eat no pork, I just wanna pray and with God talk.
I got me a farm, raise corn and sheep, don't mess with me if ya don't wanna weep.
In Modi'in I make my home , don't mess with me- just leave me alone.
My brother El he sure is strong, wherever I go, he goes along.
Yonni, Jonny & Shim they always jive, we stick together and stay alive.
My daddie's Matti, a fine old bloke, won't bend the knee, won't wear no yoke.
We do our thing, don't want no stress, no cops, no pigs- don't want no mess."
Till one fine day there comes this geek- says "Antiochus says you'll all be Greek"
Who me? Be Greek? What's that you speak? I'm one fine Jew I'm strong not weak.
I won't bow down ! Wont pay no tax, won't eat no pork for midday snacks.
Won't play no games won't worship Helen, I ain't no Greek so don't be yellin'.
Get out of my hair, get out of my face- just quit my land don't leave no trace!
Well the Greeks saw red, got sore and mad- sent GI troopers after Judah and his dad.
"We'll hunt you down, like mad wild dogs- till you bend the knee and eat our hogs."
We grabbed our swords and gave a yell- "We got our Lord- you go to hell!"
Folks all joined in - we got a gang, we vowed Antiochus was gonna hang.
We kicked their butt, we whupped their ass, them Greeks didn't know what came to pass .
We got up to Jerusalem, the Holy City, what we saw there sure was a pity.
The House of God was all defiled- our blood sure boiled, we sure were riled.
We needed oil, not just one jar, that's all there was- it wouldn't go far.
We scraped and scrubbed that Temple clean- You'd never know those Greeks had been.
And that one jar -That Holy Light , it burned and burned, all day all night.
For eight whole days just like a miracle, you'd better believe it- Don't be cynacle.
So me and my brothers we went back home- Then for many years they left us alone.
Now all us Jews get fat at Hannukka, eat jelly doughnuts,( even Monica).
Fry them latkes, spin that dreidle, eat all the levivot you are able.
We showed those Greeks we don't take no crap- and now we're singing this
Hannukka Rap!
copyright - Menachem Vinegrad November 2003
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