Old man Sunshine listen you
Never tell me dreams come true
Just try it and I'll start a riot
PLease, dear Abby, 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 Pollyanna's
Who tell you fate supplies a mate
That'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 skies of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool, such a fool to fall, and get that way
Hi ho! Alas! And also lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss
I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not
I guess he's not for me
