Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel South Park

[Intro]
Kyle: Okay Ike, you're my little brother, so I have to show you how to celebrate Hanukkah. This is called a dreidel. You spin it and see where it lands, and you sing this song:

[Verse 1]
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I shall play

Kyle: Now you try it, Ike. Just spin it with your fingers, like this
Ike: H-I-J-K-L-O-P
Um, this song, like, go all the way
Play, came down the rain and wash the spider out

[Verse 2]
Cartman: Hey, what the hell are you doing?
Kyle: Oh, hey, Cartman. We're playing dreidel. You wanna try?
Cartman: Sure

Here's a little dreidel that's small and made of clay
But I'm not gonna play with it, 'cause dreidel's fuckin' gay
Hey, shut your mouth, fatass
Jews play stupid games
Jews, that's why they're lame
Jews play stupid games
(Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay)
Jews, that's why they're lame
(Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I shall play)