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. Heigh Ho! Alas! And also Lack-a-day. Although I can't dismiss, the memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me.