The Band

There once was a man named Yiddel
Who loved to play the fiddle
But when he'd play
People ran away
So they wouldn't let him in the band
No – they wouldn't let him in the band

He had a good friend named Tzibor
Who thought he could play the keyboard
But he was heaven sent
Tzvei linke hent
So they wouldn't let him in the band
No – they wouldn't let him in the band

All they wanted to do was bring simcha to Yidden with music
Not one thought crossed their mind to be looking for fortune or fame
And they prayed to Hashem "Won't you grant us the great gift of music?"
And with music, we will sing to and honor your name

They both knew a guy named Issamor
Who said let me be your drummer
He could clop real fine
But not in time
So they wouldn't let him in the band
No – they wouldn't let him in the band

Then came Dov, Tzvi, and Yehuda
On horn, trombone and tuba
But Oy vey iz mir
That's what you'd hear
So they wouldn't let them in the band
No – they wouldn't let them in the band

All they wanted to do was bring simcha to Yidden with music
Not one thought crossed their mind to be looking for fortune or fame
And they prayed to Hashem "Won't you grant us the great gift of music?"
And with music, we will sing to and honor your name

It was a day of great celebration -
Moshiach Ben David came to free our nation
He said "Let's dance and sing
And hurry bring
The very very very best band, let's go and get the very best band."
But Moshiach said "rak rega, only yiddel mit zein gantza chevra
Will come and play on this holiday."
Today he let them in the band – Yes, today he let them in the band
And that day, the world heard the sweetest, most beautiful music
From the new band in town, not looking for fortune or fame
And they said thank you Hashem, you gave us the great gift of music
And with music, we will sing to and honor your name