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
Credit is weighing your purse
Your mood and your robe
Are both a deep blue
You'd bet that Job
Had nothing on you
Ah, don't forget that when you go to heaven you'll be blessed
Yes, it's all for the best
Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please, richer than the bees are in honey
Never growing old, never feeling cold, pulling pots of gold from thin air
The best in every town, best at shaking down, best 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
Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please (When you feel sad)
Richer than the bees are in honey (Or under a curse)
Never growing old, never feeling cold (Your life is bad)
Pulling pots of gold from thin air (Your prospects are worse)
The best in every town, best at shaking down (Your wife is crying, sighing)
Best making mountains of money (And your olive tree is dying)
They can't take it with them (Temples are graying and teeth are decaying)
But what do they care? (Credit is weighing your purse)
They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seat (Your mood and your robe)
Houses on the street where it's sunny (Are both a deep blue)
Summers at the sea, winters warm and free (You'd bet that Job)
All of this and we get the rest (Had nothing on you)
But who is the land for, the sun and the sand for? (Ah, don't forget that when you go to heaven you'll be blessed)
You guessed, it's all for the
You must never be distressed
Yes, it's all for the
All your arms will be redressed
Yes it's all for the
Someone's got to be opressed
Yes, it's all for the best!