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