(Brad) Hey guys, hold on just before we get to the next song.
Skip, you  remember back in high school. We used to
go to parties and there was a song I loved, I loved singing.
Catherine, Catherine, could you give me a C. Start
me off with a C.

(Skip) What are you doing?

(Brad) Hold on.  Ready?

(Brad) When you feel sad, or under a curse.

(Skip) (You're not going to do this?)

(Brad) Your life is bad, your prospects are worse.
(come on, you remember it)
Your wife is crying, sighing and your olive tree is dying.
Temples are graying, and teeth are decaying
and credit is weighing your purse.
Your mood and your robe are both a deep blue.
You'd bet that Job had nothing on you (come on buddy)
And don't foget that when you go to heaven
you'll be blessed. Yes, it's all for the best.

(Skip) I don't know if I remember the words.

(Brad) I bet you do, go on try it.

(Skip) Some men are born to live at ease,
doing what they please.
Richer than bees are in honey.
They're never growing old, never feeling cold.
Pulling pots of gold from thin air.
The best in every town, best at shaking down
Best at making mountains of money.
They can't take it with them,
but what do they care?
They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seat,
houses on the street where it's sunny
Summers at the sea, winters warm and free.
All of this and we get the rest.
But who is the land for? The sun and the sand for?
You guessed!  It's all for the best!

(Brad) All right, I'm impressed.

(Skip) Can you do it fast? Can you?

(Brad) All right I challenge you....and go

(Skip) All right ah moy!
 

(Brad)  When you feel sad, or under a curse.
Your life is bad, your prospects are worse.
Your wife is crying, sighing and your olive tree is dying.
Temples are graying, and teeth are decaying
and credit is weighing your purse.
Your mood and your robe are both a deep blue.
You'd bet that Job had nothing on you
And don't foget that when you go to heaven
you'll be blessed.

(Skip) Some men are born to live at ease,
doing what they please.
Richer than bees are in honey.
They're never growing old, never feeling cold.
Pulling pots of gold from thin air.
The best in every town, best at shaking down
Best at making mountains of money.
They can't take it with them,
but what do they care?
They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seat,
houses on the street where it's sunny
Summers at the sea, winters warm and free.
All of this and we get the rest.
But who is the land for? The sun and the sand for?

(Both) You guessed! It's all for the

(Both) Yes, it's all for the..........(Brad) all your wrongs will be
redressed.

(Both) Yes, it's all for the..........(Skip) you must never be
distressed.

(Both) Yes, it's all for the ..........someone's got to be oppressed.

(Both) Yes, it's all for the best!!!!