Lyrics
Every morning from the kitchen where she's cooking
My Bubbe she tell you your good lookin
The kids, they'll play you patche hentelach
The Bubbe, she'll make you fish and kneidlach
But the baker and the butcher, they're so lonely
My Bubbe, the kettle's whistle for me
My shtetl Krenitz is calling your name
My shtetl is calling
But there ain't no highway back to Krenitz
There ain't no train inside this ride
I close my eyes and say
Hello L.A.
Welcome to the shtetl of mine
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Ay, ay, ay, my shtetl's calling
Shpillin shoin klezmuranlach
Naba shoin kneidlach
Der Bubbe zoil zein gezunt un freilach
Everyone's your friend in this cobblestone land
Everybody seems to know your Bubbe
They'll see the wine and vacation with you
And then they'll send regards to Shloime
But the baker and the butcher, they're so lonely
My Bubbe, the kettle's whistle for me
My shtetl Krenitz is calling your name
My shtetl is calling
But there ain't no highway back to Krenitz
There ain't no train inside this ride
I close my eyes and say
Hello L.A.
Welcome to the shtetl of mine
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Ay, ay, ay, my shtetl's calling
Shpillin shoin klezmuranlach
Naba shoin kneidlach
Der Bubbe zoil zein gezunt un freilach
But there ain't no highway back to Krenitz
And there ain't no train inside this ride
I close my eyes and say
Hello L.A.
Oh, welcome to the shtetl of mine
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu
Ay, ay, ay, my shtetl's calling
Shpillin shoin klezmuranlach
Naba shoin kneidlach
Der Bubbe zoil zein gezunt un freilach
Ach v'kayom Babenyu
Bubbe, Bubbe Babenyu