I notice nobody mentioned depressing Hanukkah songs, so in the interests of diversity, here goes:

THE NEW DREIDEL SONG

I had a little dreidel, I made it out of clay .
It looked like dreck and never dried,   So I threw it away

    O dreidel, dreidel, dreidel—who makes them out of clay?
    The plastic ones are better:--They're easier to play.

I got a nasty splinter from a dreidel made of wood
But then it got infected And now I don't feel so good

      That lousy little dreidel sent me to the ICU
      With a drug-resistant staph And now I think I'm gonna sue.

I felt compelled to gamble so to Vegas I flew down
But all along the Strip no dreidel tables could be found

        O dreidel, dreidel, dreidel--It's your game that I crave
        I'd bet that Bugsy Siegel would be spinning in his grave

So I went to shoot some craps, but just imagine how I felt
When the croupier demanded chips Instead of chocolate gelt!

        O dreidel, dreidel, dreidel—what a stupid thing I did
        I forgot you're not for grownups,    But you're only meant for kids!