The Penthouse

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[HARRY BOGEN, spoken] Jews Help me out here, please The rules, the regulations The meat goes here, the dairy there Friday night, the sun's going down, you turn on the radio to listen to the ballgame, fine A couple hours later, you reach for the same knob on the same radio And God forbid God actually forbids it Like God, who presumably has more consequential things to think about Is gonna curl up in a ball and blow away if little Heschy Bogen turn off the Dodger gamе after dark on Hester Street? Nuts, all of it, right? Excеpt maybe not all of it, not absolutely all of it Not for example, gatherings like this one This is us, just us Without the fish eyes and sneers And all the crap that comes at us from out there Here, we are [ENSEMBLE] Shema Yisrael [HARRY BOGEN, spoken] And this ritual, this particular ritual, this pause To recognize the exact moment when a boy steps across a line From childhood into another world with no way back There's nothing nuts about this one [ENSEMBLE] Shema Yisrael Adonai Eloheynu Adonai Echad
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