Get Your Dreidle On - Incubus

Yo, it's Hanukkah time right about now 
We be dreidlein' 
We 'bout to set it 
Baby go get your dreidle on 

Get your dreidle on 

(Chris) 
All of my homies in Santa Monica celebrate Hanukkah 
And my peeps in the streets are shvitzing for every one of those 
8 nights of lights 
And a menorah of 
Muthafuckin' fantasy of fun, all rolled into one 

See the thing is, I'm not really Jewish 
But Mike said, Kil, won't you come down 
So I hopped up to do this 
Through this time of 8 days 
We all come together and celebrate 
We grub lots of matzas and latkas, a.k.a. potato pancakes 

Get Your Dreidle On 

(Jose) 
3, 2, 1 
Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah 
Oh, what a lotta fun 
Here I go again, once again 
No I don't mean to offend 
I grub all my gefilte fish, mmm, as quick as I can 
Then I light a candle and, ouch! 
Whoops, I just burned my hand 
Don't really matter though, 'cause I gotta go 
And down some Manischewitz wine 
Yeah now I'm feelin just fine 

(Mike) 
Yo, Mikey in the temple, all up on the beamer, eatin 
Hallavah, hallavah 
You know I'll be cleaner than a shiny silver platter of chocolate chip macaroons 
My afro leavin Mike shadows as I step in the room 

You heard Hanukkah was comin and it's comin correct 
Lightin candles, open presents, giving family respect 
To the creator of the earth and of the fruit of the vine 
Manischewitz flowin large, like it ain't got the time, yo 

'Cause we be eatin 
hallavah, hallavah 
With salt and butta' 

That's right 
Hanukkah 2001, y'all 
We be dreidlein' 
We're outta here 
Shalom fo sheezy my neezy