Here it is, the Pesach parody you’ve all been waiting for… times six! Six awesomely reimagined songs, rolled together into one fun medley, expressed in this hilarious music video! Oh, and did we mention? It’s all a cappella!!! We’re sure you’re going to love it, and hope you spread the love far and wide! On behalf of Team A.K.A. Pella, we would like to wish a Chag sameach/Gut Yom Tov/Happy Passover to all!
LYRICS:
Radioactive
I’m sweeping up, dirt and dust
I wipe my stovetop and scrub the rust
I’m breathing in cleaning chemicals
Glass cleaners, and degreasers, detergents, and lime removers
This is it, Erev Pesach
Whoa
I’m cleaning up, I’m cleaning up my home
Floors covered in soapy foam
So many detergents, disinfectants
All these cleaning agents, have made my kitchen
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, radioactive, radioactive
TTO: Happy
I might seem crazy when I clean my place
Passover’s here, can’t make no mistakes
Mama vacuumed the room more than outer space
Bread nowhere, no chametz there, get the seder plate
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you cleaned with a broom up top yo roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you cleaned every cavity in yo tooth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know how much chametz is in yo shoe
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a true Passover Jew
TTO: Heart Attack
Pushin’ off the second cup
Cuz I don’t understand this stuff
Glad the oldest goes last
I think I have some questions, Dad
Never ate a matzah till tonight
Something ’bout these veggies don’t taste right
Never dipped my food, not even once
But suddenly tonight, you tell me dip it twice
Not that I care
When I’m reclining like a rag doll
Just don’t understand
Why are we doing all these rituals?
First you search for bread and burn it all
Bitter herbs bring mom to tears
Then you, sit around and do
Things I just can’t understand
You tell me
Hoooold on
But I just can’t wait
Won’t let it gooooo
So I’m…
Pushin’ off the second cup
Cuz I don’t understand this stuff
Glad the oldest goes last
I think I have some questions, Dad
Ma nishtana halayla hazeh
I think I have some questions Dad
TTO: Royals
I’ve never seen such blisters on my flesh
All red and itchy and they sting, and they’re oozing
And I’m not proud of my splotchy chest
And my torn up skin, from all that scratching
But we’ve already had blood, and frogs, had me tripping in the bathroom
Lice and animals which trashed up my living room
He don’t care, Paroah’s holding on to all the Jews
But Moshe’s asking him to let them go, let them worship in the desert
Just a few days, they’ll be back before you know it
He don’t care, though the pestilence gave him a scare
And now we’re covered in Boils (Boils)
Never thought I’d miss drinking blood
But all this itching just ain’t for us
I’m buying cortizone by the tub
I think we need a new ruler (ruler)
One who might let the Jews leave
Cuz boils ain’t cool, ain’t cool, ain’t cool
And they itch substantially
TTO: Wrecking Ball
I want to eat a matza ball
Plain chicken soup is not enough
But we don’t eat gebrochts at all
And it’s making me so…. hungry
Yeah, so very,…. hungry
TTO: Get Lucky
We’ve come this far, to stay up for Nirtzah
So raise the fourth cup, before I start to nod off
We’re up all night for Nirtzah
Stayed up to sing Chad Gadya
And Echad Mi Yodeah
And after that, we’ll go shluffy