When The Sky Is A Bright Canary Yellow
I Forget Every Cloud I've Ever Seen
So They Call 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

Now I Hear The Human Race Is Falling On Its Face
And Hasn't Very Far To Go
But Every Whippoorwill Is Selling Me A Bill
And Telling Me, Well 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
Not This Heart