Cold Sukkah
Lyrics ©2006 by The Alte Rockers

Sitting in the Sukkah and it’s way after dark
I bought it from a frummie down in Rogers Park
Man, it’s chilly though I set it up right
When we finished dinner just around midnight
 
Cold Sukkah! I made it out of wood….
Cold Sukkah!  Why don’t it have a hood?
 
Wind blowin’ cold though the soup is hot
Now it’s drizzling, wonder when it’s gonna stop?
Hot baked potatoes fill me up all right
Stuck ‘em in my pockets just around midnight
 
Cold Sukkah! and now it’s wet as hell
Cold Sukkah! so far from Is-ray-yel
 
Cold Sukkah, I’m wearing winter clothes
Cold Sukkah, oh, babe, my esrog froze.
 
It’s like Octoberfest all night in here,
Just without a tent and without any beer.
Next October, boy, we’re doin’ it right—
Flying to Miami just around midnight!
 
Cold Sukkah, you shake, rattle and roll
Cold Sukkah, you chill me to the soul!