Lyrics

Tradition

to "Tradition" from Fiddler on the Roof

Who, day and night, must sit in the library Suck up to professors, always use IRAC And who in the fight to reach top of the curve Will gladly stab you in the back? The Gunner! The Gunner! Tradition! The Gunner! The Gunner! Tradition! Who must learn the way to make a good out-line To bluebook right and toe the line And whose second semester is a waste of time 'Cause Reg State isn't even on the bar? The 1L! The 1L! Tradition! The 1L! The 1L! Tradition! It's my job to make sure each class is bigger than the last Even if we cannot guarantee them housing The Schizer! The Schizer! Tradition! The Schizer! The Schizer! Tradition! We'd rather write than teach, and yet you have to pass A final test that's based on stuff you didn't learn in class Professors! Professors! Tradition! Professors! Professors! Tradition! Without our traditions, we may as well be NYU!

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 the 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 son! The son! Tradition! The son! The son! Tradition! And who does Mama teach to mend and tend and fix Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks The daughter! The daughter! Tradition! The daughter! The daughter! Tradition! Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof!

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