Sung to the tune of Pinball Wizard – in honor of my wife
Ever since I was a young boy I ate those matzah balls
From Rochester down to Brighton I must have ate them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like this In any dining hall
That Chef mum sure did Sure makes a mean matza ball!
She stands like a statue, while adding in the greens
Feeding all the plumpers Always while she cleans
She cooks by intuition, Tests every matzah ball
That Chef mum sure did Sure makes a mean matza ball
She’s a matzah ball wizard There has got to be a twist
A matzah ball wizard, S’got such a supple wrist
How do you think she does it? I don’t know!
What makes her so good?
She’s only got distractions and hears her children yell
her pans they are a flashin’ the soup begins to smell
Always is a delay Ignores the clock on wall
That Chef mum sure did Sure makes a mean matza ball
