The Penthouse lyrics

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Jews
Help me out here, please
The rules, the regulations
The meat goes here, the dairy there
Friday night, the sun's going down, you turn on the radio to listen to the ballgame, fine
A couple hours later, you reach for the same knob on the same radio
And God forbid God actually forbids it
Like God, who presumably has more consequential things to think about
Is gonna curl up in a ball and blow away if little Heschy Bogen turn off the Dodger gamе after dark on Hester Street?
Nuts, all of it, right?
Excеpt maybe not all of it, not absolutely all of it
Not for example, gatherings like this one
This is us, just us
Without the fish eyes and sneers
And all the crap that comes at us from out there
Here, we are

[ENSEMBLE]
Shema Yisrael

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
And this ritual, this particular ritual, this pause
To recognize the exact moment when a boy steps across a line
From childhood into another world with no way back
There's nothing nuts about this one
[ENSEMBLE]
Shema Yisrael
Adonai Eloheynu
Adonai Echad