When the sky is a bright canary yellow
I forget every cloud I've ever seen
So they call me a cock-eyed optimist
Imature and incurably free
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 cock-eyed 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 every whippoorwill
Is selling me a pill
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 this thing called hope
And I can't get it out of my heart
Not this heart