The Tale of the Drowned Klezmorim

The way was dark for the klezmorim
Stumbling home from the Polish nobleman's wedding
With a trumpet and a fiddle and a bass and a drum
They thought to bed they were heading
The Shabbas Moon was wearing a frown
As it shown on the drunk musicians
Had they minded the wine they were urged to down
In the company of good Christians?

The wedding march by Mendel's son
The klezmorim played with precision
And the women made them awfully circumspect
On the subject of thеir circumcisions

So weaving down the road on a midnight night
They approachеd the gargoyle sleeping
The idol woke up and the well
Well that's where for all these years they've been sleeping
The idol woke up and the well
Well that's where for all these years they've been steeping

Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai

They chalked it up to drink why all five missed the path
But it's worth admitting
Pride goes before a fall, and the chance exists
That the gargoyle did G-d's bidding
For their punishment was swift
And how very like the nature of their sinning
Though they strayed off of their path at the end of the night
They had already strayed at night's beginning

Though they strayed off of their path at the end of the night
They had already strayed at night's beginning

Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai, yaddai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai
Yaddai dai dai dai dai, dai dai dai dai dai dai dai