1. Any time the thunder starts to rumble down, Don't let hope tumble down, Or castles crumble down. If the blues appear, just make the best of them. Just make a jest of them. Don't be possessed of them. At the risk of sounding rather platitudinous, Here's what I believe should be the attitude in us:
CHORUS: A sunny disposish' will always see you through When up above skies are blah 'stead of being blue. Mister Trouble makes our faces grow long, But a smile will have him saying: "So long!" It really doesn't pay to be a gloomy pill. It's absolutely most ridic', positively sill'. The rain may pitter-patter. It really doesn't matter, For life can delish' With a sunny disposish'.
2. Must confess I like your way of viewing it. No use in ruing it When gloom is bluing it. Taking your advice, the sad and weary'll Have no material To be funereal. It's a thought that they should all be swallowing, my dear. Look at me; already you've a following, my dear.