I was a few years older in school, but that doesn't matter on winter break
Two musical theatre non-practicing Jews, trapped in Floridian hell
Heart of December at sixty degrees, we wore our flannels anyway
Walked down dirt roads past confederate flags
And I never asked and you couldn't tell
Happy Hanukkah, what did they get you this year?
What will we become, when we can get out of here?
You'll go to New York and I'll go to LA
I'll be in the movies, you'll write all the plays
And will we still be friends? 'Til the end, oh 'til the end?
Your parents are rich, you summer in Prague
But they like the dog a bit more than you
And when you come over and see that we're broke
You don't make a joke, I think that's pretty cool
We meet at a lot off of I95
We aimlessly drive, Christmas radio
And every bar has a country-rock band
So we walk on the sand and pretend that it's snow
Happy Hanukkah, what did they get you this year?
What will we become, when we can get out of here?
You'll go to New York and I'll go to LA
I'll be in the movies, you'll write all the plays
And will we still be friends? 'Til the end, oh 'til the end?
Time, wonderful time, we used to wish it would pass us right by
I, I knew that I, had a good eye, what a wonderful guy, you turned out to be
Now you live in New York and I live in LA
We both changed the dream but we both stayed the same
And you're still my best friend
'Til the end, oh 'til the end