Music: A Shabbos in Mezhbizh
The Indian psychiatrists don't know from a thing
Why are there a trillion patients listed in their wing
An abandoned hulk of a padded old ward
Where usually they sit around tired and bored
In Creedmoor
Somehow only one real patient is ever seen
And he is not really greeting the Sabbath Queen
In his ratty old plastic robe and tin foil hat
Four hundred and fifty pounds of rippling fat
In Creedmoor
A Shabbos in Creedmoor
Mit der Admou"r alyne
.......more coming IYH by Sunday
2 comments:
zees!
Thanks! I fell behind today but will finish the song sometime this week.
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