(Skip) Brad you're doing great, sounds wonderful. Brad?

(Brad) Oh, hey yeah? I'm sorry man. I'm sorry. What?

(Skip) I said.....Uh, are you.....are you okay?

(Brad) I'm fine, I'm fine. Listen, it's I'm sorry it's been a long day.
I uh, I was working on my account this morning and I found out it's
overdrawn. And uh when I was driving here to the studio my car slid down
the hill I uhhh....don't worry guys, I didn't hit any of your cars.
They're all right. So, it's just not been a very good day.

(Skip) I'm sorry.

(Brad) But that's not all.

(Skip) Hmmmm

(Brad) My cheetah.....bit the vet. My daughter's on the pill and
my ficus plant has lost it's will to live. I owe Master Card my life.
I got adolescent skin. My doctor says I can't use any salt. My ashtrays
overflow and I don't even smoke and my house lies on the San Andrea's Fault.

I need your help Barry Manilow
I'm miserable and don't know what to do.
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
know one helps me suffer quite like you.

(Skip) Brad you got a phone call, you want to take it in there?

(Brad) Oh, thanks bud. Hello. Mandy! Where are you?
The Copacabana. Listen I know I don't write the songs that make
the whole world sing but I do know one thing Mandy, I just can't smile
without you. For Forget about Lola. You remember that weekend in New
England? I thought then that this could be the magic at last.
And now, here we are trying to get the feeling again.

I need your help Barry Manilow
I'm all alone and sitting on a shelf.
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I feel like feeling sorry for myself.

I need your help Barry Manilow
Your songs can really comfort the unlucky
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I wish I didn't have to feel so yucky.
I wish I didn't have to feel so yucky.
 

I feel better now.