LYRIC

YARMULKA BLUES- 8th Day- Tracht Gut

I wear it high
And I wear it proud
I wear it quiet
And I wear it loud.

I wear it to the symphony
I wear it on the train
I wore it to the circus
And I wear it in the rain.

CHORUS:
I’ve got my Yarmulka on my mind,
I wear my Yarmulka all the time.
It’s like a helmet no soldier would miss,
Hey! That’s not spaghetti,
That’s my tzitzis.

I wear it sophisticated
I wear it insane
I wear it Miami Beach
And I wear it Ukraine.

I wear it in a rhythm
I wear it in a tune
I wear it on my Mama’s porch
And I wear it just for you.

CHORUS:
I’ve got my Yarmulka on my mind,
I wear my Yarmulka all the time.
It’s like a helmet no soldier would miss,
Hey! That’s not spaghetti,
That’s my tzitzis.

Who got the Yarmulka on their mind
I got the Yarmulka all di’ time

Who got the Yarmulka on their mind
I said a I got the Yarmulka all my mind

I said a who wears a Yarmulka all di’ time
I said a I wear a Yarmulka all di’ time

I say Hamotzi when I eat it up
I say Hagafen when I drink it up
I say Shema when I sleep it up
I say Modeh Ani when I wake it up.
(Repeat a few times)