Hung Over 'Til June
Passover’s coming so soon, so soon
In two more orbits of the moon, the moon
Please take a matzo or a macaroon, macaroon
And sing us a festival tune, tune...
At least matzo ball soup can’t be ruined, ruined
Unless you eat it with a teaspoon, teaspoon
Use a nice-size, silver soup-spoon, soup-spoon
Just don’t overeat, or you’ll swoon, you’ll swoon…
From four cups of wine no one’s immune, immune
So sleep late tomorrow, ‘til high noon, high noon
Hope you’re not hung over ‘til June, ‘til June ~
But if you are, with ‘spirits’ you'll commune, commune…
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