Party Like It’s 5785

Don’t worry, I won’t stuff you
Just thought you’d like a little nosh

I was cooking late for shabbat
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin’
Wondered if today’s judgment day

The sky was all purple
There were people kvetching everywhere
Tryin’ to run from an open draft
You know we didn’t have a prayer

Nu, nu, 2000-2-4, party over
Look, we’re still alive
So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 5785

I was dream’ when I cooked this
So sue me if it’s not kosher

Life is just a misery
But meals are meant to last
War is all around us
But a spread is too good to pass

So if I gotta die
I’m gonna feast for ha-mashiach, yeah

We say, 2000-2-4, party over
Oops, we’re deprived
So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 5785
Yeah, yeah

Let me tug at your ear
If you didn’t come to eat
Don’t bother knockin’ on my door

I got a brisket in the oven
And, bubbela, I can make some more
Yeah, yeah

Everybody’s got a bomb
We could all die right away, aw
But before I let that happen
Be a fresser all night & day, oh-oh-oh

We say, 2000-2-4, party over
Oy, such mishegas
One last bite to survive
Cuz tonight we gonna simcha like it’s 5785