All for the Best Songtext
von Stephen Nathan and David Haskell

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, 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
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!