Jason's Bar Mitzvah

Whizzer, hey!
Suddenly it all came clear:
I said, let’s have my bar mitzvah here!
Surprise!
This was Jason’s first-rate idea!
And I brought the prayer shawl
Ooo
It’s Jason’s bar mitzvah!
Don’t you move
Everything will soon be great
Close your eyes
While we redecorate
I’ll unwrap the billion hors d’oeuvres
And someone, please, eat them
Ooo
It’s Jason’s bar mitzvah!
Lovely, flowers make things lovely
Champagne makes things lovely too
But something is amiss
Drink up!
Anyone for bubbly?
Probably, it’s doubly useful at a time like this
Cheers
Cheers
And aren’t things lovely?
I feel more helpless than I have in years
Try this on
Someone, get this thing in gear
Please excuse me if I interfere
But I feel that since I’m the host
It’s me who should toast him
Ooo, ooo
To Jason’s bar mitzvah!
I notified the nurses
Told them please to not intrude
I passed around the food
And dumped some extra food
'Cause, Lord knows, we’ve got plenty
She’s cooked for some 200 guests
We number not that many
Actually we’re… seven
Maybe it’s not dumb
The way this whole thing ends
The food tastes really yummy
Oh, mummy
The flowers seem to sparkle ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎Lovely
The candelabra sets the tone
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎I must
make things
The wine is very soothing ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Lovely
Soothes the «something, something»
Someone needed soothing
I think, perhaps, I’m overdressed‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Put everything in it’s
I think, perhaps, it doesn’t matter‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎‏‏Place
Anymore, but‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎‏‏‎Ready for the
Here we are‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Band
Jason’s bar mitzvah looks
Like the books say it should
Cheers
And aren’t things lovely?
Everything is lovely
I feel more rotten than I have in years
Here he comes
Fix his tie
Trina, try
To make him smile more
Don’t know why
But he looks
Like Marvin
Son of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Son of Marvin, Son of Trina, Son of Whizzer, Son of Mendel
And godchild to the lesbians from next door
Sing
Oh, sing
Oh, sing
Vie-eme-low yea-o-leh
Heh-oh-non vi-low
Ah-yis-is-ooh ay-ysi-ro-ale
Ha-ooh low toe vo-o-meem aboh