Lyrics

And Yom Kippur way down in Mississippi
 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
 Spending Hanukkah in Santa Monica by the sea
 I'm spending Hanukkah in Santa Monica
 Wearing sandals, lighting candles by the sea
 I spent Shavuos in East St. Louis
 A charming spot, but clearly not the spot for me
 Those eastern winters, I can't endure them
 So every year I pack my gear and come out here
 Till Purim, Rosh Hashanah, I spend in Arizona
 And Yom Kippur way down in Mississippi
 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
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