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 he will care, I'm certain
It's the final curtain
I never wanna 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
Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for mе
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess hе's not for me