LYRIC
FURT AH YIDDELE- 8th Day- Composed by Shmuli Marcus- Tracht Gut
Little Johnny steers his boat into the sea of life
The winds they blow storm sets into his mind
(into his mind).
Little Johnny’s boat hits a rock and goes under
Hey hey, hits a rock and goes under.
Why why won’t you save me
Save me save me he cried.
No, my son you are too far gone
You are too far gone
You are too far gone
In the sea of life.
Little Johnny steers his boat into the sea of life
The sharks are fake Mr. rib-eye steaks I thought you’d mind
(I thought you’d mind).
Little Johnny’s hopes hit a rock and go under
Hey hey, hit a rock and go under.
Why why won’t you save me
Save me save me he cried.
No, my son, you’re not gonna drown
You’re not gonna drown
You’re not gonna drown
You’re not gonna drown
In the sea of tonight.
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle
Furt A Yiddele
In A Shifelle.