Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Broflovski
Songwriter
Stan Marsh
Songwriter
Eric Cartman
Songwriter
Kenny McCormick
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Okay Ike, you're my little brother)
(So I have to show you how to celebrate Hannukah)
(This is called a dreidel!)
(You spin it and see where it lands, and you sing this song)
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I shall play
(Hey, what the hell are you doing?)
(Oh, hey Cartman! We're playing dreidel, you wanna try?)
(Sure!)
Here's a little dreidel that's small and made of clay
But I'm not gonna play with it cause dreidel's frickin' gay!
(Hey, shut your mouth, fatass!)
Jews, play stupid games
Jews, that's why they're lame
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay (Play stupid games)
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I shall play (They're lame)
(What's going on?)
(Oh, it's that Hanukkah thing)
(It's so amazing! You spin this thing on the ground)
(And it goes round and round, I could watch it all day)
(Let me try!)
I'll try to make it spin
It fell, I'll try again
I'll try to make it spin (Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dredel)
It fell, I'll try again (With dreidel I shall play)
I'll try to make it spin (Dreidel, dreidel, dredel) (Stupid games)
It fell, I'll try again (With dreidel I shall play) (They're lame)
I'll try to make it spin (Dreidel, dreidel, dredel) (Stupid games)
It fell, I'll try again (With dreidel I shall play) (They're lame!)
(Hello boys! Hi mom!)
(Oh, how precious! You boys are all playing dreidel)
(Now you know that dreidel is a)
(Time-honored tradition for the Hebrew people)
(Yes, we know, Ms. Brofloski, it's so very interesting!)
Now when you learn to make the dreidel spin
You'll know our people always win!
Cause when you learn to make the dreidel spin (Stupid games)
You'll know our people always win! (That's why they're lame!)
(Oh, hi dad!)
(Hello everybody, say, can I join in?)
(Sure!)
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play, everybody!
Courteney Cox, I love you (Now when you learn) (Stupid games)
You're so hot on that show (It fell, I'll try again) (They're lame)
I made you out of clay (To make the dreidel spin) (Stupid games)
It fell, I'll try again (Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, (They're lame)
Courteney Cox, I love you
You're so hot, on that show (Dad?)
Courteney Cox, I- huh? (Dad? We're singing about a dreidel!)
(Oh, sorry) (We'll talk about this later, Gerald!)
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel! (I'll try to make it spin) (Stupid games)
You'll know to make the dreidel spin! (They're lame)
Courteney Cox, I love you (I'll try to make it spin) (Stupid games)
I shall play! (I wil try again) (The game!) (I love you!) (Are lame!)
Writer(s): Eric Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Kenny Mccormick
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