(I’m stranded you-might-know-where by rain, so…)
Ah Shabbos tish mit gefilte fish,
Uhn ah bissel chrein ahn de side,
Some cholent in de pot uhn ah kugel nice and hot,
Oh! makes me warm insi-i-i-de
Ven di chuleptches uhn k’neidlach drei’n zich in boich vi dreidlach
Uhn di tzimmes uhn di chicken mach di haltz a bissel triken
Ken men trinken ah l’chaim biz di kup is in shomayim
Oh Bubby, that’s what I like!
(When the stuffed cabbage and matzah balls are spinning in the belly like dreidels, and the tzimmes [not sure – cooked carrots?]
and the chicken make the throat a little dry, you can drink a l’chaim until the head is in the sky. [It loses something 🙂 … ])
…zug mir (?), vi macht di zeideh
(Tell me, how’s the Zeide doing?)
No? Yeah. Yeah? No!
Takeh, er hut fahrloiren di tzein?
(Really, he lost his [false] teeth?)
Oy, ah bruch!
Uhn kim nisht shpeit?
(And don’t come late?)
Oy, Bubby, du trachtst as mein fazhlabite car kenst
azoi schnell dreiven azoi veit vi south Fallsburg? [Not exact]
Oy, Bubby, do you think my [junky/decrepit?] car
can drive as far as South Fallsburg that quickly?