Every morning from the kitchen where she’s cooking
My bubby tells you you’re good looking
The kids they’ll play you “pahchee hentelach”
The bubbeh she’ll make you “frisheh k’neidelach”
But the baker he’s so lonely
My bubby’s kettle whistles for me
My shtetl Crown Heights is calling your name
I hear my shtetl it’s calling
But there ain’t no highway back to Krenitz
And there ain’t no train inside this rhyme
I close my eyes and say it’s just a click away
Welcome to the shtetl of mine
Bubbeh bubbeh babinyu
Bubbeh bubbeh babinyu
My shtetl’s calling
Shpiel shoin klezmoirimlach
Davaye shoin k’neidelach
Di bubbeh zol zein gezhunt un freilach
Everyone’s your friend in this cobblestone land
Everybody seems to know your bubbeh
They’ll share their wine and their knishes with you
And then they’ll send regards to Shloimeh
But that butcher he’s so lonely
My bubby’s kettle whistles for me
My shtetl Crown Heights is calling your name
I hear my shtetl it’s calling
But there ain’t no highway back to Krenitz
And there ain’t no train inside this rhyme
I close my eyes and say it’s just a click away
Welcome to the shtetl of mine
Bubbeh bubbeh babinyu Bubbeh bubbeh babinyu My shtetl’s calling Shpiel shoin klezmoirimlach Davaye shoin k’neidelach Di bubbeh zol zein gezhunt un freilach..
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