Old man sunshine, listen up
Never tell me dreams come true
Just try it, and you’ll start a riot.
Dear Ann Landers 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 her kiss
I guess she’s not for me
It all began so well, but what an end
This is the time a woman needs a friend
When every happy plot ends with a marriage knot
And there’s no knot for me