A Cock-eyed Optimist   Rodgers and Hammerstein, South Pacific

When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I've ever seen,
So they call me a cock-eyed 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 cock-eye optimist, and I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race is falling on it's face and hasn't very far to go.
But every whippoorwill is selling me a bill and telling me it just ain't so.

I could say that 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!