Oy vey! It's time to celebrate! Gather round, we've got lots to ground-as we lift you off the ground! Hoorah for Horah, you're raised higher than you've ever been! A big man now, doing his own taxes and packing his own bowls. Trimming your own plants-blitzed as Hell, it's time to fucking dance. Sixty-nine pieces floating among every party-goer, how many j's can you light with the menorah? And hey, we'll even then let the goyim partake in a very special oil! It's actually kosher, I promise. L'chaim? I think you mean... The son of the seed! This is the song of thee! Now a man of the great green tree! It's your Bongmitzva kid-slam the bong for me!