When the skies are brighter canary yellow I forget ev´ry cloud I´ve ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green.
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we´re done and we might as well be dead, But I´m only a cockeyed optimist And I can´t get it into my head.
I hear the human race Is fallin´ on its face And hasn´t very far to go, But ev´ry whippoorwill Is sellin´ me a bill, And tellin´ me it just ain´t so.
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello And appear more intelligent and smart, But I´m stuck like a dope With a thing called hope, And I can´t get it out of my heart! Not this heart...