I remember Purim in my Yeshiva days
Nothing people said could us faze
Cos we bochurim knew best
So to hell with the rest
We continued with our rowdy ways
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We felt that we bochurim were elite
So we behaved as we wished in the street
Purim was all about us
So why did guys make a fuss
If we were drunk and made children retreat
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All was muttar cos we were not boys but men
But when we looked thru Purim pictures in our den
We saw guys lying in vomit
Like they’d come from another comet
And we vowed that we’d never do it again
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As Hashem’s sons we hadnt behaved
We had acted too wild and depraved
To shout and to jeer
To jump up and to snear
It wasnt the result we had craved
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So in future Purims we acted
In a way that was much less distracted
We still always had a blast
Our fun was still unsurpassed
But from everyone else’s day we hadnt detracted