[POLLY, sung]
Old Man Sunshine, listen you
Don't you tell me dreams come true
Just try it, and I'll start a riot

I'm certain, it's the final curtain
I never wanna hear
From any cheerful Pollyannas
Who tell you 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've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee

I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hey-ho, alas! and al-
So, lack-a-day
But still I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss...

[BELA, spoken]
Young lady?

[POLLY, spoken]
Huh?

[BELA, spoken]
You're a very good dancer

[POLLY, spoken]
(sighs) Thanks

[BELA, spoken]
Where did you learn this?

[POLLY, spoken]
From a... a friend

[BELA, spoken]
Are you all right?

[POLLY, spoken]
Yeah, I'm fine
[BELA, spoken]
Good

[POLLY, sung]
It started off so swеll
This "let's pretend"
It all bеgan so well
But what an end

The climax of a plot
Should be the marriage knot
But there's no knot for me