(George and Ira Gershwin) Old Man Sunshine, listen, you, Never tell me dreams come true, Just try it, and I'll start a riot, Oprah Winfrey don't you dare, Ever tell me she 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 skys of gray Than any Russian play Could guarantee I was a fool to fall And get that way Hi ho! Alas! And also, lackaday! Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess She's not for me It all began so well But what an end This is the time A fellow needs a friend The climax of the plot Should be a marriage knot But there's No knot for me Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess She's not for me
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