Lyrics Tradition - Aswad

Tradition

Tradition, tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition, tradition!
Tradition!
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