Old man sunshine, listen you
Never 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's
Who'll tell you fate supplies a 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 clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess hе's not for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss thе memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me