All for one

 Oh you are living the lowlife

You should be living the highlife

You should finding a fine wife

Before you're too old

So step into my old shoes

Throw off those tired blues

You should be getting some good news

And get used to those

You keep saying you're down and out

When what have you got to really complain about?

You know you make me want to scream and shout

When I hear you say that

Why don't you get on a rocket ship

You know the sky is the limit, init

You could on an upward trajectory

Stop all this business self-reflectory

You're not the only one in this room

There is an elephant and a witch with a broom

She was sweeping up hair from a loom

When she pricked you with a spindle

Now she's sent you into a slumber

But no worries I've got her number

I'll ring her up on my pile of lumber

And roll her down the hill