| 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 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 |
| Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day |
| Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss |
| I guess he’s not for me |
| I was a fool to fall and get that way |
| Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day |
| Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss |