Old man sunshine listen youNever tell me dreams come trueJust try it and I’ll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don’t you dareEver tell me he will care I’m certain it’s the final curtainI never want to hear from any cheerful PollyannasWho tell you fate supplies a mate It’s all bananasThey’re writing songs of love but not for meA lucky star’s above but not for meWith love to lead the way I’ve found more clouds of grayThan any Russian play could guaranteeI was a fool to fall and get that wayHi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-dayAlthough I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss I guess he’s not for meI was a fool to fall and get that wayHi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-dayAlthough I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss