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 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 are grey
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 his kiss
I guess he's not for me