I'm spending Hanukkah
In Santa Monica.
Wearing sandals,
Lighting candles
By the sea.
I spent Shevuos
In East St. Louis,
A charming spot
But clearly not
The spot for me.
Those Eastern winters,
I can't endure 'em,
So ev'ry year
I pack my gear
And come out here
Till Purim.
Rosh Hashonah
I spend in Arizonah,
Way down in Mississippuh,
But in December there's just one place for me.
Amid the California flora
I'll be lighting my menorah,
Like a baby in his cradle
I'll be playing with my dreidel,
Here's to Judas Maccabeus,
Boy, if he could only see us,
Spending Hanukkah
In Santa Monica
By the sea.