Old man sunshine, listen, you,
Never tell me dreams come true!
Just try it and I'll start a riot!
Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare
Ever tell me she will care!
I'm certain it's the final curtain.
I never want to hear
From any cheerful Pollyannas
Who tell you fate supplies a mate
It's all bananas.
They're writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky star's above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way.
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.