Every morning from kitchen where shes cookin My bubbe tells you your good lookin The kids thell play patche hentelach My bubbe will make you frishe keneidlach But the baker he's so lonely My bubbes kettle whistles for me My shtettle krenitz is calling your name my shtettle is calling But There aint no highway Back to krenitz And there aint no train inside this rhyme I close my eyes and say just a click away Welcome to the shttetle of mine Bubbe bubbe babenyu bubbe bubbe banenyu Ay yai yai My shttetles calling your name Shvilshoin kosburilach demaishoin keneitlach De bubbe zul zein gezunte freilach