Get the Dough
(Tune: Let It Go)
The moon shines down on the desert tonight,
not an Egyptian to be seen.
Moses says we’re all to leave and he’s gonna part the sea.
The wind is howling as we’re gathering inside.
Let’s find all the slaves, it is time to go.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see.
Be as quiet as we all can be.
Conceal, don’t tell, don’t let them know.
Well, now let’s go!
Get the dough! Get the dough!
Don’t let it rise anymore.
Get the dough! Get the dough!
Rising’s not worth waiting for.
We’ve had enough of this slavery.
Let the Red Sea part.
The plagues never bothered us anyway.
It’s funny how some yeast cells,
Make the dough puff up and rise.
And the runaway fermentation, makes the bread turn out just right.
It’s time to see what we can do,
To part the Red Sea and run through.
No yeast, no leaven, no bread for us.
We’re free!
Get the dough, get the dough.
God sent the plagues and we’ll be free.
Get the dough, get the dough.
You’ll never see us cry.
Here we are and now we’ll leave.
Let the Red Sea part.
God sent the plagues ‘cause Pharoah wouldn’t set us free
Now we are leaving and we’ll have to cross the Red Sea
And Moses will lead us to the Promised Land
There’s no time to wait; the bread will just be flat!
Get the dough, get the dough.
God sent the plagues and we’ll be free.
Get the dough, get the dough.
Our slavery is done
Here we are and now we’ll leave.
Let the Red Sea part.
The plagues never bothered us anyway.
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