A Cock-Eyed Optimist piano leadsheet with chords

When the sky is a bright canary yellow,

I forget ev'ry 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 ev'ry whippoorwill is selling me a bill and talling me it just ain't so.

Now, I could say life is just a bowl of JellO and appear more intelligent and smart,

but I'm stuck

like a dope

with a thing called hope,

and I can't,

no, I won't get it out of my heart,

not this heart.