The smell first hits me from five blocks away
Its friday and i cant stay away
The blue jays are playing but i wont likely risk it

Im here with a plan to binge on her brisket...
My mothers brisket
So moist and tender

Always sends me
On another shabbos bender
The onions and carrots look nice

I dont need them and potatoes no dice
There are only two things that suffice
My mother and her brisket

My mothers brisket
So silky smooth
Whatever might happen all week

Theres nothing quite like it to soothe
Dont need a forshpeis or any desserts
I got no room my stomach already hurts

On monday im altering shirts
Thanks to her brisket
I want to climb climb

Into her brisket
I could cry die
At the thought of her brisket

I want to swim in her gravy and thrillingly flailing ill whisk it
The judges will give all the gold
To my mothers brisket

My mothers brisket
Strictly glatt
The butchers revere her

Reserving the very extraordinary best cut
Her pictures on the wall in between schneerson and yentl
Her brisket can make even flossing seem transcendental

Im alive diving
Into her brisket
I swoon spoon

Her soft sweet brisket
And if i really get lucky tonight
Though its easy cause she loves to spoil

Shabbos candles will reflect their last light
In blessed tin foil
I want to climb climb

Into the tin foil
I cant wait to get home
With my tin foil

Im gonna run all the red lights
Pull it over stop it and frisk it
I want twenty-five years to life

With my mothers brisket
Solitarily confined to every slice
Of my mothers brisket