LYRIC
THE TOWN OF PASHKEVILLE- Sung & Composed by Duvid’l- Shirei Yedidos
VERSE 1:
Hi, my name is Yossel
Let me tell you about my town,
It’s filled with all these posters
Not a blank wall to be found.
It’s a really quiet village
At least in terms of sound,
But if all this print could speak
We’d be the loudest one around.
CHORUS 1:
The signs say:
Pesach in Miami
The hotels on the beach!
The bus to kever rochel
With of course those separate seats.
The Rebbe’s sons a chosson
Have you seen his new shtreimel?
These are signs you’ll see
In our town of Pashkeville.
VERSE 2:
Now it’s not such a bother
It’s really not a fuss,
It gives me what to read
While I’m waiting for my bus.
But one thing gets me worried
It seems it’s finally come to be,
With all these printed papers
Well, we’re running out of trees!
CHORUS 2:
Have your name said by the Kotel
For 40 days nonstop,
And those gorgeous stunning shaitels
Are already back in stock.
The dinner’s on next thursday
Did you get in your last ad?
And every dollar that you donate
A noted donor pledged to match.
VERSE 3:
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.
CHORUS 3:
Well, that’s 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 Shomayim
The paper’s 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 Lashon Hora
In our town of Pashkeville.