When the sun comes up on Easter morn, I roll outa bed
I put some green tea on the stove, and make the deviled eggs
I bake a pie and clean the house, I do the best I can
And when our friends show up for brunch We serve challah'n ham
If that's just wrong! I don' understand! Can't there be a way?!
Cuz nothing's better than challah'n ham On Easter day
Dad was a Swede, Mom was a Jew, from that windy town,
I turned out white with Hebrew blood, that's jus' who I am
So it's a natural for me, to serve challah'n ham
The world is full of races blending, friends and lovers everyday
Rich and poor and straight and gay, that's how the world rolls today!
A regulation challah braid is hard to make, you bet!
So I just use the diagram I found on bread dot net
I turn the tv off to dine, I call around the clan
Then we break bread with family.....challah'n ham
Chorus If that's just wrong! I don' understand! Can't there be a way?!
Cuz nothin' works like challah'n ham On Easter day