Lyrics:
while we play
When we come and when we go
We're the children of Hashem
The world will know
Kiddush Hashem,
We always want to make a big Kiddush Hashem
moscato for kiddush
Remember when I was religious
I’d wake up and wrap my tefillin
Now I just do what I want so I hop on the beat and I get it,
Hail mary
they burnt down
And the crying that was heard beneath the smoke
But Zaidy made us laugh
Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a kiddush Friday night
on the Kiddush wine
Bring on the Kiddush wine
Fill the cup, lift everybody up
Oh, Shabbos come in
I love my mama's challah
I love my mama's challah
Everybody say
down in my home town
Oh, Shabbos come in
Bring on the Kiddush wine
Bring on the Kiddush wine
Fill the cup, lift everybody up
Oh, Shabbos come in
Rov of me is filled with Bartenura
And whatever they were pouring up in the kiddush club
I'm getting it started I'm raising that kiddush cup
It's
you love
A true gift from Hashem
Songs we sing and Torah we share
It's so special here with them
Tatty's kiddush creates the mood
Mommy cooked all this
Esser
That is the number ten
Pey is for Peyos
The corners for Hashem
Tzaddik's for Tzedaka
To help the poor at any time
Kuf is for Kiddush
c special cup
That profound Kiddush Hashem
It’s like we’re holding Leiby and embracing once again
Leiby, open up the gates
For everyone who still waits
And searches
days
Reciting kiddush in a rain of praise
And I'm still staring at my gorgeous face
But I know that I deserve it
l'ametzach.
Nishmat kol chai v'gam na'aritzach,
echol b'simcha ki chevar ratsach.
B'mishneh lechem v'kiddush raba,
b'rov mat'amim v'ruach nediva,
Yizku l'rav
our special day
Making brachos the right way
Wearing a big smile
Uncle Moishy style
Making a kiddush Hashem
Show friends we care about them
Baruch
kiddush on the first cup of wine
Together with family
Urchatz - wash our hands, a bracha we don't say
Now they're as clean as can be
Karpas - in saltwater
The smell of challah’s in the air
Friendly faces everywhere
Make a little Kiddush over wine or grape juice
It’s a good night for chicken soup
It’s
I'm exhausted
Tunnel vision cannot stop it
I put the codeine and Hennessey up in my Kiddush cup
Call me a Jew but I don't really give a fuck
Drunk
greatI’ve no regretsBut drain that kiddush glass Get up and off your…Tuchus!And let us bench(You seem stressed,Have you had time to digest?)So let us bench,
In the cold ghetto walls
To town center they get called
c young boy is crying bitterly
Son why do you weep
c kiddush hashem well be
Nishmos
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