Tradition, tradition. Tradition!
Tradition, tradition. Tradition!

Who day and night must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children,
Say his daily prayers,
And who has the right as master of the house
To have the final word at home?
The papa, the papa. Tradition!
The papa, the papa. Tradition!

Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home,
Who must raise a family and run the home
So Papa's free to read the holy books?
The mama, the mama. Tradition!
The mama, the mama. Tradition!

At three I started Hebrew school, at ten I learned a trade.
I hear they've picked a bride for me, I hope she's pretty.
The sons, the sons. Tradition!
The sons, the sons. Tradition!

And who does Mama teach to tend and mend and fix,
Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks?
The daughters, the daughters. Tradition!
The daughters, the daughters. Tradition!

(All sing all above verses together)

Tradition, tradition. Tradition!
Tradition, tradition. Tradition!

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