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All my goyim friends Are making up their lists And all my goyim friends Get some pretty sweet gifts Like snowboards, cellphones, paintball guns, and iPods Membership to the last restricted golf clubs But we, we will march on Six pack of socks from each of our moms It's oh so wrong, but we will march on And all my goyim friends Are eating up their ham Honey glazed, baked to perfection With dinner rolls, gravy boats, and turkey Crème brûlée, cherry pie, and fruit cake (UGH!) But we, we will march on With General Tso and egg foo young Take-out's not wrong And we will march on We have heard All of our goyim friends say How lucky we are to get off each holiday Like Tu B'Shevat, and Purim, and Rosh Hashanah Passover, Sukkot, and Simchat Torah And we, we have marched on Holiday fun All the day long While they have none And we have marched on We got the day off And another day off See ya Monday