When the sky is a bright 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 falling on its face

And hasn't very far to go

But ev'ry whippoorwill

Is selling me a bill

And telling 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