Matzo Ball Soup
Yeah yeah yeah, listen up
This is the JUNK! in your face
Gonna teach you a triditional recipe
Passed down from my grandmama
For Matzo Ball Soup
Check it
You take a mother-fuckin' chicken
And you throw it in a pot
You get yourself an onion
And you chop it all up
Fuckin' grab a couple carrots
Two stalks of celery
One turnip, one leek
And one handful of fresh fuckin' parsley
(Now, what herbs do we use?)
Picked fresh from the garden of grandma's bush
Cos it's tradition
(And what chicken do we use?)
Poultry fresh from Tony the family butcher
Cos it's tradition
Two litres of water to the boil
Skim off any of the scum that forms
Add your vegies with pepper and salt
Strain the broth into serving bowls
Now, we've always had some of grandma's recipe in the freezer
Just in case someone catches a cold, you know?
And she calls it Jewish penicillin
I think she means it's fuckin' good for you, eh?
Nanna made soup for us nearly every week
Especially when she saw that I was in bed sick and hungover
Cos the drinking that I'd done the night before
Had finally caught up now my head was fuckin' sore
(Where did we go every Friday night?)
We went to Nanna's every Friday with the family
Cos it's tradition
(And why did we always fight?)
Cos you always got more Matzo balls than me
You fuckin' prick (alright alright alright)
Hitler came in '33
So grandma moved from Germany
She brought all of her recipes
So now she makes this shit for me
Now it's time to make the Matzo balls
You didn't think I'd leave you hangin', did ya?
You beat the shit out of two egg whites
Until they're stiff
Then you throw a couple yolks on into the mix
One cup of Matzo meal, with your salt and pepper
Then you throw that shit in your refrigerator
(Now, what salt does Grandma use?)
She uses Kosher salt in all her cooking
Cos it's tradition
(And why the fuck can't we eat pork?)
Well I'm not a rabbi, but my guess would be
Tradition
Roll 'em into balls and drop 'em into your soup
And let the balls simmer 'till they're all cooked through
Nanna's made this shit since she was five
And she probably will
Until the day that she DIES
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Until the day that she days
T to the
R to the
A to the
Dition
Enjoy your Matzo ball soup
Be sure you make it right
You won't be disappointed
I love you Oma
L'Chaim
This is the JUNK! in your face
Gonna teach you a triditional recipe
Passed down from my grandmama
For Matzo Ball Soup
Check it
You take a mother-fuckin' chicken
And you throw it in a pot
You get yourself an onion
And you chop it all up
Fuckin' grab a couple carrots
Two stalks of celery
One turnip, one leek
And one handful of fresh fuckin' parsley
(Now, what herbs do we use?)
Picked fresh from the garden of grandma's bush
Cos it's tradition
(And what chicken do we use?)
Poultry fresh from Tony the family butcher
Cos it's tradition
Two litres of water to the boil
Skim off any of the scum that forms
Add your vegies with pepper and salt
Strain the broth into serving bowls
Now, we've always had some of grandma's recipe in the freezer
Just in case someone catches a cold, you know?
And she calls it Jewish penicillin
I think she means it's fuckin' good for you, eh?
Nanna made soup for us nearly every week
Especially when she saw that I was in bed sick and hungover
Cos the drinking that I'd done the night before
Had finally caught up now my head was fuckin' sore
(Where did we go every Friday night?)
We went to Nanna's every Friday with the family
Cos it's tradition
(And why did we always fight?)
Cos you always got more Matzo balls than me
You fuckin' prick (alright alright alright)
Hitler came in '33
So grandma moved from Germany
She brought all of her recipes
So now she makes this shit for me
Now it's time to make the Matzo balls
You didn't think I'd leave you hangin', did ya?
You beat the shit out of two egg whites
Until they're stiff
Then you throw a couple yolks on into the mix
One cup of Matzo meal, with your salt and pepper
Then you throw that shit in your refrigerator
(Now, what salt does Grandma use?)
She uses Kosher salt in all her cooking
Cos it's tradition
(And why the fuck can't we eat pork?)
Well I'm not a rabbi, but my guess would be
Tradition
Roll 'em into balls and drop 'em into your soup
And let the balls simmer 'till they're all cooked through
Nanna's made this shit since she was five
And she probably will
Until the day that she DIES
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Until the day that she days
T to the
R to the
A to the
Dition
Enjoy your Matzo ball soup
Be sure you make it right
You won't be disappointed
I love you Oma
L'Chaim
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