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C'mon Pharoah, what's your problem?
Why won't you let my people go?
They're sick and tired of building your pyramids.
You understand me?
Hey Pharoah, bad things will happen if you don't.
Chorus: (guy in modern times)
Passover, it is celebrated these days with a seder
You can eat matzah balls
You start reading Moses' story in the Hagaddah then you eat much later
You can eat matzah balls
You eat matzah since the fleeing hebrews had no time for rised bread
You can eat Matzah balls
If they waited, all the Hebrews would have been dead
There'd be no matzah balls
Joseph came to Egypt to get away from his brothers
All the Canaanites followed him to get food
Then my people multiplied and your father was afraid.
To keep us from aligning with enemies he made the Hebrews slaves
Made my people build tombs, and it hurts their backs, and they
Get whipped when they don't, and they have no fun so
I implore you to remember you raised me as a son
Let my people go or for Egypt things won't be fun
You see you won't just have to face my wrath
Also the wrath of the creator of the universe
He is good but he has a lot of power
I assure you you don't want to make his mood sour
If you force my people to remain
I promise this land will suffer lots of pain
Listen to me, you'd beter listen to me now
Listen to me, you'd better listen to me now
The Lord is powerful you don't want to be his enemy
You don't want to incur his wrath
Or else in the Nile you'll be able to take a blood bath
There'll be frogs and gnats and locusts and boils
Cattle disease and other thing's that'll make you recoil
So, to let my people go you think that's not enough?
After that you'll have even worse stuff
So there's been 8 plagues, if you were smart
You would let my people go before it gets dark
So Pharoah, you insist on being stubborn
I must warn you the angel of death is comin'
And the Angel of Death does something that's vile
He'll kill all first born children including your child
Except he won't kill the children of the Jews
A certain bone on the door will tell him to...
I thought we had a deal you said we could leave now
Now you come after us
Into the desert
Now there's no time to leaven our bread
So we gotta make Matza instead
To escape from your army
We need a miracle
To get away we need to cross the Red Sea
What can I do?
I'll raise up my staff
And maybe it will make the sea part in half
So in the future Jews all over
Will celebrate passover
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