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
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