Lyrics
Old man sunshine, listen you
Don't you tell me dreams come true
Just try it and I'll start a riot
Beatrice Fairfax, 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
Who tells me fate supplies the 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 to fall and get this way
Hi-ho, a lack and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me