When the sky is a bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I′ve ever seen

So they call me a Cockeyed Optimist

Innature and incurrably green

I have heard people rant and rage

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

La I hear the human race is falling

On its face

And hasn't very far to go

Bt every whipperwill is selling me a bill