From the recording All's Well (2016)
Danced, my, how we danced. Traveled far, swingin’ on stars. Stopped off here, just a few years, to live our truth. All’s well, dead on arrival. Our God is wealth and She’s a pretty one. Sing praise, join the revival. All’s well, Sam sold a dream to everyone. All’s well, Sam sold a dream to everyone, each and everyone. Welcome to the west (oh boy!) we sure do love our stuff, but the thing about our things is that we’ll never have enough (it’s all right). And should we “buy some happiness” to even up the score, they’ll be advertisin’ everywhere to keep us wantin’ more (it’s all right). All’s well, business as usual. Our God is wealth and so we praise it. Work hard, dress up your cubicle. Make a baby, have the nanny raise it. Head down, bring home the bacon. 35 years ‘til you’re doin’ what you shoulda’ done. All’s well, look what you’re makin’! All’s well, Sam sold a dream to everyone. All’s well, Sam sold a dream to everyone. Now ain’t we havin’ fun? (an aside to my daughter Elaine) C’mon baby c’mon, pretty baby c’mon. Show me what you do-be-do, be you, baby c’mon.