You thought it all would be pie No, Mary Ann Pink little birds in the sky No, Mary Ann Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong Now you say life is a bore No, Mary Ann Dreary and gray and no more No, Mary Ann Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say. And I'm just a man, Mary Ann You thought it all would be pie No, Mary Ann Pink little birds in the sky
No, Mary Ann Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong Suddenly now it's all flat No, Mary Ann Dreary and gray and that's that No, Mary Ann Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say It's what you feel and that's the least of it. Make a meal. No, Make a feast of it! Thing of it is I love you , Mary Ann!