To your collection of Passover song parodies, please add this one that
my husband and I wrote:

THE POP EXODUS by Kate Gladstone ([email protected]) and
Andrew Haber ([email protected])
(tune: SNOOPY VERSUS THE RED BARON by The Royal Guardsmen)

Long, long ago in a faraway land
Where people were treated like so much sand,
The King of Egypt was a real jerk,
Imposing an impossible load of work.
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Ten, forty, fifty, or two hundred or more [1]
Disasters, depending upon who's keeping score:
Centuries waiting for liberty
And now's the moment we can all get free.

A prince of Egypt who was born a slave
Learned his past, and he started to misbehave:
Killed a slave-driver, and he fled from the strife --
Then forty years later, a Voice changed his life.
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"Go back to Egypt, get My people free" --
"N-no, don't g-give this job to m-me:
I can barely t-talk, I sound like a j-jerk
This freedom n-notion c-can't w-work."
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He didn't want to do it, but he'd give it a try,
The Voice assured him that he could get by --
So back to Egypt to begin the quest,
The Voice gave him help, but would not let him rest.
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He said to the King, "Let My People Go,
Or you'll have suffering, plagues, and woe
Like you wouldn't believe, until you agree
To let the Israelites get out free."
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Then he told us how to prepare and wait,
"We'll all move together on a certain date.
Take what you can, better fill up a sack,
Finish your lamb, 'cause we're not coming back.
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"Have your shoes on your feet, your staff in your hand,
The hour is coming to escape this land."
We'd packed our bags, started baking our bread,
When there came the signal to move ahead.
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Couldn't wait around for the bread to rise,
So we carried the dough: no time for goodbyes.
Marching out by the light of a big full moon,
Our bread was flat, but our hearts were in tune.
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We reached the Sea, but we stopped right there.
With no boats, we couldn't go anywhere.
"Did you take us out here to die," we quipped,
"Because there weren't any graves in Egypt?"
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In jumped Nakhshon [2], then the waters parted;
The Sea went back to where it started.
The waters drowned Egypt's cavalry power:
We sang and danced -- they were dead in one hour.
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And ever since then at Pesach time
In story and symbol, in song and rhyme
We tell our escape, and remember the night
Of Egypt's loss and the Israelites' flight.
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