Nancy Sinatra — A Cockeyed Optimist Orchestra Version

When the sky is a bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen So they call me a cockeyed 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 cockeyed optimist And I 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 whippoorwill is selling me a bill And telling me it just ain't so I could say lifе is just a bowl of Jello And appear more intеlligent and smart But I'm stuck like a dope with a thing called hope And I can't get it out of my heart Not this heart