A Cockeyed Optimist
Barbra Streisand
Introd.: When the sky Is a bright canary yellow I forget Every cloud I’ve ever seen So they call me a cockeyed 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 cockeyed optimist And I can’t get it into my head I hear the human race is fallin’ on it face And hasn’t Very far to go but ev’ry whippoorwill is sellin’ me a bill And tellin’ me it just ain’t so I could say 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 No I won’t get it out of my heart Not this heart