Very soon we'll be, across the parted sea
We didn't cook the bread in the oven.
You know there are not lotsa, words that rhyme with matza
God give me food when I am hungry

So eat the bread, unleavened, and pray
That we will leave, this desert, someday!
Tonight before we eat we bless
Food from Manischevitz
Tonight we eat the charoses
We believe in Moses

Now as I approach her, she plans on keeping kosher
May angels pass over her doorway
I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane
Matza makes my stomach queasy

So eat the bread, unleavened, and pray
That we will leave, this desert, someday!
Tonight before we eat we bless
Food from Manischevitz
Tonight we eat the charoses
We believe in Moses...