Cockeyed Optimist

A Cockeyed Optimist - Bing Crosby (平克·劳斯)

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 out my head

I hear the human race

Is fallin' on its face

And hasn't very far to go

But every whippoor will

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