When the sky is a bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen So they call me a co*keyed 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 co*keyed optimist And I can can't get it into my head I hear the human race Is falling on its face And hasn't very far to go But every whip-poor-will Is selling me a bill And tell 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 s** like a dope With a thing called hope And I can't get it into my heart Not this heart