To the tune of Pretty Fly for a Rabbi by Weird Al.
[Which is to the tune of Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by The Offspring.]

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
And all my rabbis say it’s pretty fly that Gen-AI!

Meccha Gen A I, meccha technologica!

Our space has had a fair share of tech hype in the past
But most of it was nudnik and none of it would last
But our new tech’s real kosher, we think it’ll do the trick
I tell ya, it’s to die for, it really knows its shtick

So how’s by you? Have you seen this tool?
Reads the Reddit, does its own synopsis too
Working’ like a dog at a synagogue
It scans all day, it scans all day

Just type “Vay is mir!” and it will kick into gear
And bring you lots of fear and tell you the world’s end is near
Just grab your shelter kit and
Hey! Hey! Do that Prepper thing!

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
And all my rabbis say it’s pretty fly that Gen-AI!

It learns from the forums, not just any will suffice
It has to find extremist views ’cause that’s what masses like
Doesn’t care if it’s a fact, as long as you come and play
Hallucinations plenty, just eat one rock a day!

People used to scoff, now they say “Mazel tov!”
It’s so attractive ’cause they think they can lay you off
It computes non-stop and outputs slop
What’s not to like? What’s not to like?

For endless days, it works without complaint
And never asks for pastrami on white bread with mayonnaise
Just grab your vacation thong and
Hey! Hey! Do that Celeb thing!

When it’s computing your new payroll, now that you shouldn’t miss
It’ll happily add a Billion when the dot it skips
It’s got a lot of chutzpah, and it really is quite daft
The coders pay the moyl and then you just get the shaft!

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!

Meccha Gen A I, meccha technologica!

It’s doin’ well, I gotta kvell
The yentas love it, even shicksas think it’s swell
For your mental health, it is top shelf
It don’t care if you go and off yourself

Yeah it calls the shots, we really bow down lots
Oy gevalt, I’m so ferklempt that I could plotz!
Grab your pasta strainer
Bow down to the sphaghetti god!

Put on your pasta strainer and
Hey! Hey! Join the FSM!

Dedicated to THE PROPHET.