The PASSOVER CONVERSATION(between Moses & Pharaoh)or“Pharaoh Sings Blues While ‘Brews’ Cruise For New Views” by Stephen D. Gross
Mamma’s in the kitchen, fryin’ up the latkesI’m by the riverside, sitting on my 'gotkiss'Passover’s coming and we’re in a rosy mood Everybody’s comin’ to the Seder in the Hood
Pharaoh’s in his palace dissin’ all the HebrewsMoses comes to see him says, “Buddy, I got newswe’ve done your dirty work for nothingand still you put us downWell, kiss my cartouche ‘cause we Jews are leaving town”
“Ain’t no CIO, Union Halls or AF of L”cried old Pharaoh in an awful rage“Joe Hill & Jimmy Hoffa andtheir strikes can go to Hell!” “You slaves’ll never ever see a minimum wage”
“You can scream and you can holleryou can even issue ordersbut we don’t give a damn‘cause we’re headin’ for the border“You can make your own bricksand scrub your own commodelike De Mille shows in his flicks we’re movin’ down the road”
“See my soldiers are well armoredevery horse has got a bridlebut you Jews give me a headacheand I’m almost out of Midol“I like the work you’re doin’ andit’s not that I’m cold-heartedbut your Mohel just works for tips I’d like to finish what he started!”
“So, you think you’re tough enoughwith your swords and little daggers?“Our Jehovah could turn ‘postal’(when he’s pissed, the mind just staggers!)“Better call your troops andgive ‘em all a long furloughyou’ll see the Jews up on the Mountain while you’re burning down below”
Pharaoh snarled and his lip it curled like Elvis’sHe grabbed two Pfc.s and kicked 'em in their pelvisescalled the evening anchor on the Memphis network news and told him, “get some shots of our boys stuffin’ the ‘Brews!”
The network sent a team, the blondewas pimpled and too thinthe makeup man couldn’t handleall the boils upon her skinThe dark sky suddenly openedand before long all the roadswere covered ditch-to-ditch with a million slimy toads
They loved it at the stationbut for most it was unclearwere these frogs some awful plagueor were they out there selling beer?“While we’re lookin’ someone’s cookin’up some dreadful new disease”then the darkened sun at midday really brought them to their knees
Pharaoh’s rating’s dropping,he’s looking like a jerkso he hollers like John Friendly,“C’mon get back to work!”But it’s obvious he’s frightenedand he’s looking for his troopsbut no longer can he make the Jews jump through his hoops
Then the cattle go bulimic, they all lose half-a-tonthe Clowns down at MacPharaoh’s ain’t having any funthe Egyptians are kvetching andthey want to see some actionthe tofu and falafel, they don’t give no satisfactionThey plant asparagus - an avocado tree appearsbut those dummies don’t know it won’t mature for thirteen years
Pharaoh calls on Moses says,“I know you got a stickbut we got spears and armorand they seem to do the trickso let’s negotiate, I mean,Son, we gotta talk!”Moses says, “Meet Moishe Python - dig his Silly Walk.”
A thirty-hour day work daymight be a little longWe got a Dynasty to buildand our accounting skills ain’t strong and you’d probably rather not be killed
“How's two weeks in the Catskillswith all expenses paid?”“They say at Kiamesha Lakethe busboys all get laidThere’s services on Friday nightsand after, fruit with Jell-oand kosher horses during the week - they race at Monticello!”
God rolled up his sleeves, said the words, “Hocus Pocus!”soon a trillion wings were a-buzzin’ in the airThat sweet sound we heard wasthe singing of the locusts the sour notes, Egyptians wailing in despair
Pharaoh chillin’ in the kitchenordered ganja and ice teasittin’ round with the boyshe was dealin’ five-card studbut he started into bitchin,when the locusts ate his stashand then everything got quiet when his Earl Grey turned to blood
Pharaoh was riled hewas hot and feelin’ peevedhis authority was challengedand the boy was sorely painedCalled up his advisor,a yokel name of SteveBut Steve just said, “Look, boss,the Jews’ doors are all stained!”“They’re all smeared with red -it’s not paint it’s much too slick!”“Well, maybe someone’s dead!” Said Pharaoh gettin’ sick
CHORUS:Wham Bamthanks to the Ram andthe Ewe we get to usethe Blood of a Lamb (Repeat)
Pale horse and rider camebreezin’ on the tide“The agency sent me take your kids for a ride”had a scythe and an hourglass sittin’ on his knee “We’re goin’ down to Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory!”
“We don’t have kids, uh, besides they’re fast asleepBuddy, you must be on some other block”“Well, I shouldn’t say bleep but slavery is wrongand I’m sorry!”and with that he pointed to his clock
By now Pharaoh’s phone was buzzin’ off the hookeveryone in town was dialing 9-1-1He just said, “Calm down - go find yourself a book! Play in the river - go have yourself some fun!”
Down to the waterfront, down to the levee(Though they pronounced it ‘Levy’ ‘cause it sounded more Semitic)with their flippers and their boogie boards piled in Mo’s old ChevyLike a bunch of lost kids, they really looked pathetic“The tunnel’s closed and the bridge is downmy house needs cleaning and you play a mean fiddleunless you got an outboard and some scuba gear why don’t you come home and be a good Yiddle?”
The water was so wide they couldn’t see the distant shoreThey’d seen the movie “Jaws”, they were filled with trepidationthey looked at one another -“What we doin’ this for?” ‘cause “we’re tired of slavery and want our liberation!”
With their dinghies and their Dories and their Zodiacs and Dhowsa PT-109 and a coupla’ Hydrofoilsthey brought along a chicken and two anorexic cows a six-pack of Bud and two or three essential oils
Mo waved his poke pole at the water in frustrationthe soldiers at their backs, the Jews about to have a fitthen he heard the Lord say,“Go and found a Jewish Nation”and turning to the seas he said,“I guess it’s time to split!”All the Tantes and the Bubbes and the cousins and the unclesthey hustled and they bustled and they made they’re way acrossavoiding jelly fish anemones sea urchins and carbunclesand they never got their sandals wet by following The BossPharaoh’s army didn’t like it, all this high celestial magicit made ‘em nervous - men were anxious to go homethey tried to walk across but their little hike turned tragicwhere the Jews had walked the land had turned to surf and briny foam
Of course the Jews were all elated,danced the Hora, sang a songThough the foe’s been decimatedcelebrating seemed all wrongWe forgive their bad behavior, their elitist attitudeThere’s lots of Deli’s out in Brooklyn but who eats Egyptian food?
And the Pharaoh, ruined in stageswhining like some injured pupcoined a phrase for all the ages“I’ve fallen - can’t get up!”And the Pharaoh, ruined in stageswhining like some injured pupcoined a phrase for all the ages"I just can't get up!"