shape your lips like a hole -

shape your lips like a hole,

whistle, and try to console:

when life gets out of control,

shape your lips like a hole -

shape your lips like a hole,

whistle, and try to console:

All Izz Well!

what do hens know of their own eggs' future plans?

will they get to see the world or frying pans?

nobody knows what their own future will bring

so move your lips, whistle like this,

whistle along, and sing:

hey brother, all izz well!

hey there bro, all izz well!

hey uncle, all izz well!

hey brother, all izz well!

confusion begets confusion, solutions are hard to find

even when we have solutions, the right questions slip our mind

when your heart trembles over some simple thing

keep your hand over it, passionately sing

your heart's an idiot, it just needs some consoling:

move your lips, whistle like this,

whistle along, and sing:

hey brother, all izz well!

hey there bro, all izz well!

hey uncle, all izz well!

hey brother, all izz well!

spent scholarship on this whiskey, depression still stays with me

all my incense turned to ashes, my dawn is yet to be seen

what does a lamb know how it's future will come through?

will it be roasted on a stick or be meat stew?

nobody knows what their own future will bring

so move your lips, whistle like this,

whistle along, and sing:

hey brother, all izz well!

hey there bro, all izz well!

hey uncle, all izz well!

hey brother, all izz well!

When life gets out of control,

then shape your lips like a hole -

shape your lips like a hole,

whistle, and try to console:

All Izz Well!

what do hens know of their own eggs' future plans?

will they get to see the world or frying pans?

nobody knows what their own future will bring

so move your lips, whistle like this,

whistle along, and sing...!

Got it! I've Got it! YES!