Rick Moranis - My Mother's Brisket Lyrics
The smell first hits me from five blocks awayIt’s Friday and I can’t stay awayThe Blue Jays are playing but I won’t likely risk itI’m here with a plan to binge on her brisket...My mother’s brisketSo moist and tenderAlways sends meOn another Shabbos benderThe onions and carrots look niceI don’t need them and potatoes, no diceThere are only two things that sufficeMy mother and her brisketMy mother’s brisketSo silky smoothWhatever might happen all weekThere’s nothing quite like it to sootheDon’t need a forshpeis or any dessertsI got no room, my stomach already hurtsOn Monday I’m altering shirtsThanks to her brisketI want to climb, climb,Into her brisketI could cry, dieAt the thought of her brisketI want to swim in her gravy and thrillingly flailing, I’ll whisk itThe judges will give all the goldTo my mother’s brisketMy mother’s brisketStrictly glattThe butchers revere herReserving the very, extraordinary, best cutHer picture’s on the wall in between Schneerson and YentlHer brisket can make even flossing seem transcendentalI’m alive, divingInto her brisketI swoon, spoonHer soft sweet brisketAnd if I really get lucky tonightThough it’s easy ’cause she loves to spoilShabbos candles will reflect their last lightIn blessed tin foilI want to climb, climbInto the tin foilI can’t wait to get homeWith my tin foilI’m gonna run all the red lightsPull it over, stop it and frisk itI want twenty-five years to lifeWith my mother’s brisketSolitarily confined to every sliceOf my mother’s brisket
