| Cock-Eyed Optimist |
|---|
| 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 |
