[Nellie] When the sky
Is a bright canary yellow
I forget ev'ry
Cloud I've ever seen
So they call 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 falling on it's face
And hasn't very far to go
But ev'ry whippoorwill
Is selling me a bill
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 a thing called hope
And I can't get it
Out of my heart
Not this heart