7 Little Kids
Seven little kids
Sittin’ in the back seat
Makin’ me meshuga’ in the head
I said, can’t you kids
Behave until we get there
And this is what my biggest kid said,
CHORUS
(You better hurry dad 1-2-3)
Moshe Chaim lost his keepah
Asher Zelig spilled his drink
And Malkie says you better find a restroom quick
Yitz dropped his ice-cream
And Rifky needs a tissue
And Shaindy thinks she’s gonna be sick
Up the Pallisades
Right onto the quickway
Monticello forty miles ahead
I said, “if you don’t behave
We’re not going to the country”
And this is what my biggest kid said,
CHORUS
Finally arrived
Pulled up to the bungalow
I was shaking like a nervous wreck
Then my wife came out
And asked, “How was the trip, dear?”
I told her, “Bayla s’iz geven ah shreck”
(She asked what happened, I said 1-2-3)
Moshe Chaim lost his keepah
Asher Zelig spilled his drink
And Malkie didn’t make it to the restroom quick
Yitz dropped his ice-cream
And Rifky used her shirt sleeves
And Shaindy’s in the back seat sick
Bring me out 2 aspirins quick
Bayla Dear I’m gonna be sick
Call a mental hospital . . . quick?