I'm spending Hanukkah
In Santa Monica
Wearing sandals
Lighting candles
By the sea
I spent Shevuos
In East St. Louis
A charming spot
But clearly not
The spot for me

Those Eastern winters
I can't endure 'em
So ev'ry year
I pack my gear
And come out here
'Til Purim

Rosh Hashonah
I spend in Arizonah
And Yorn Kippuh
Way down in Mississippuh
But in December there's just one place for me

Amid the California flora
I'll be lighting my menorah
Like a baby in his cradle
I'll be playing with my dreidel
Here's to Judas Maccabeus
Boy, if he could only see us
Spending Hanukkah
In Santa Monica
By the sea