Of course, Torah, there’s the immortal:
Hodel, oh Hodel, have I made a match for you! He’s handsome, he’s young! Alright, he’s 62. But he’s a nice man, a good catch, true? True. I promise you’ll be happy, and even if you’re not, there’s more to life than that— don’t ask me what.
Chava, I found him. Won’t you be a lucky bride! He’s handsome, he’s tall, that is from side to side. But he’s a nice man, a good catch, right? Right. You heard he has a temper. He’ll beat you every night, but only when he’s sober, so you’ll alright.
Did you think you’d get a prince?
Well I’ll find the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background, be glad you got a man!
This isn’t exactly a new phenomenon, unfortunately… whenever my mom’s annoyed about a shidduch that fell through, we all sing this, and either she laughs or she gets more annoyed.