A Cockeyed Optimist
When the sky is a bright canary yellow
I forget every 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 every whippoorwill Is sellin' me a bill
And tellin' me it just ain't so
I could say life is just a bowl of Jell-O
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
I hear the human race is fallin' on its face
And hasn't very far to go
But every whippoorwill Is sellin' me a bill
And tellin' me it just ain't so
I could say life is just a bowl of Jell-O
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
