(Part 1)
To the tune of
*Rock The Casbah*
By order of the rabbi,
Can't show your hair.
So choose a sexy
Wig if you dare.
Now your Buba she brought out
This naughty little thing.
Just stroke its lucky locks,
See the shiduch that it brings!
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
...
(Part 2)
Now over at the yeshiva,
Oh, they really pack 'em in.
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing.
But they mustn't hear your voice,
Cos their loins would catch fire.
They've gotta get control,
Of that natural desire.
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
(Part 3)
Your clothes they can't show any skin.
But about the cut it don't say nothin.
So slide your limbs in so tight.
You're ready to hit
The ladies' room tonight!
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
(Part 4)
Now you're sitting with the Rebbetsen,
Discussing the day,
Baking a challah in that crazy Hareidi way.
Kneading and pounding, smacking that dough.
Plaiting and waiting
For it to grow.
Now this'll bring your girl
A very decent match,
A right talmid chucham,
A serious catch.
Watch the bread rise
Steamy and thick.
Unlike that lucky wig
This'll do the trick.
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
(Part 5)
Now you're pushing that pram down the street,
Shepherding your mishpuchah
Between beggars and treats.
Gotta keep calm
As you grab one
By the arm.
Cos your daughter's caught the eye
Of the rabbi's son.
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
(Part 6)
Now they've got a shapperone,
They're on their first date.
Walking and talking
And they can't wait.
It won't be long till their wedding night.
'Till then they won't know
If it's wrong or if it's right.
And then it'll be too late!
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
Halakha allows it:
Comb your sheitel!
Comb your sheitel!
Udi The Tisch