Song parody of
The Town of Pashkeville
by Duvid'l
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Hi my name is Yossel
Let me tell you about my town
Its filled with all these posters
Not a blank wall to be found
Its a really quiet village
At least in terms of sound
But if all this print could speak
We'd be the loudest one around
The signs say:
Pesach in miami
The hotels on the beach!
The Bus to kever rochel
With of course those seperate seats
The Rebbe's sons a chosson
Have you seen his new streiemil?
These are signs you'll see
In our town of Pashkeville
Now its not such a bother
Its really not a fuss
Its gives me what to read
While im waiting for my bus
But one thing gets me worried
Its seems its finally come to be
With all these printed papers
Well we're running out of trees!
Have your name said by the Kotel
For 40 days non stop
And those gorgeous stunning shaitels
Are already back in stock
The dinners on next thursday
Did you get in your last ad?
And every dollar that you donate
A noted donor pledged to match
So all was fun and games
Till i walked around one day
And saw a brand new poster
That was slandering one by name
It accused him of a crime
And said he can't be trusted
And despite the claims of evidence,
I found myself disgusted
Well thats where i draw the line
when it finally comes to be
that you put your thoughts on paper
For everyone to see
What you write may be all true
On every single page
But on the post boards of Shamayim
The papers up in flames
So buy the yeshiva raffle tickets
And win the chinese auction prize
Support the greatest Mosdos
By giving up your time
But one thing we won't tolerate
Not now nor never will
Is a word of loshon hara
In our town of Pashkeville
Hi my name is Yossel
Let me tell you about my town
Its filled with all these posters
Not a blank wall to be found
Its a really quiet village
At least in terms of sound
But if all this print could speak
We'd be the loudest one around
The signs say:
Pesach in miami
The hotels on the beach!
The Bus to kever rochel
With of course those seperate seats
The Rebbe's sons a chosson
Have you seen his new streiemil?
These are signs you'll see
In our town of Pashkeville
Now its not such a bother
Its really not a fuss
Its gives me what to read
While im waiting for my bus
But one thing gets me worried
Its seems its finally come to be
With all these printed papers
Well we're running out of trees!
Have your name said by the Kotel
For 40 days non stop
And those gorgeous stunning shaitels
Are already back in stock
The dinners on next thursday
Did you get in your last ad?
And every dollar that you donate
A noted donor pledged to match
So all was fun and games
Till i walked around one day
And saw a brand new poster
That was slandering one by name
It accused him of a crime
And said he can't be trusted
And despite the claims of evidence,
I found myself disgusted
Well thats where i draw the line
when it finally comes to be
that you put your thoughts on paper
For everyone to see
What you write may be all true
On every single page
But on the post boards of Shamayim
The papers up in flames
So buy the yeshiva raffle tickets
And win the chinese auction prize
Support the greatest Mosdos
By giving up your time
But one thing we won't tolerate
Not now nor never will
Is a word of loshon hara
In our town of Pashkeville
