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 she will care, 

I'm certain, It's the final cutain.



I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas 

Who tell me 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 found more clouds of grey, 

Than any Russian play could guarantee.



I was a fool to fall, and get that way, 

Hi 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 fella needs a friend, 

When every happy plot, 

Ends in a marriage knot, 

And there's no knot for me.