By: Erev Rav Tzvia Rubens-Jasper
(Esther and Mordi)
We don’t talk about Haman, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Haman… but
It was my wedding day
It was her wedding day
We were getting ready, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Haman walks in with a mischievous grin-
Boooo-ooo!!
You telling this story, or am I?
I’m sorry, Esther, go on
Haman says, “let’s kill all the Jews”
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, we get the blues
Esther, go save us
He married me without a clue
What a joyous day… but anyway
We don’t talk about Haman, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Haman!
(Townsfolk)
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Haman’s evil plots and cunning
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of cackling, ha-ha-ha
It’s a heavy lift, with her marriage so troubling
Always left her uncle and the family wondering
We’re grappling with hatred that we cannot understand
Do you understand?
(Townsfolk)
A seven-foot frame
A three-corner hat
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams (hey!)
We don’t talk about Haman, no, no, no! (We don’t talk about Haman, no, no, no!)
We don’t talk about Haman (we don’t talk about Haman!)
(Townsfolk)
He told me he’d be acclaimed
The next day: a party! (No, no!)
He told me we’d feel the pain!
And all thanks to Mordi (oh, no!)
He said that all my pride would disappear, I’d be hanging instead (no, no! Hey!)
But his fate was sealed when the lots he threw were read!
(Esther)
He told me that the life of my dreams would be ended, and I’d lose my crown
He told me that my husband would hate me, he’d send me back into town
(Esther’s servant)
Oy, Mordechai is on his way
(Esther)
He told me that the man of my dreams would hate me
Because I’m a Jew
(Everyone)
It’s like I hear him now
Hey Uncle, I want not a sound out of you (it’s like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now
Um, Haman…
Yeah, about that Haman…
I really need to avoid that Haman…
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Haman
(Esther, your husband’s here)
Time to confess!
A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was her wedding day)
A three-corner hat (we were getting ready)
When he calls your name (and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky!)
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Haman walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your screams (Booo-ooo!)
You telling this story, or am I?
I’m sorry, Esther, go on (Oy, Mordechai is on his way)
Haman says, “lets kill all the Jews” (a seven-foot frame, a three-corner hat)
In doing so, we gets the blues
He married me without a clue