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
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 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."
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 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.