VERSE 1

Anytime 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:

  REFRAIN

A sunny disposish
Will always see you through—
When up above the 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 sil'.
The rain may pitter-patter—
It really doesn't matter—
For life can be delish
With a sunny disposish.

  VERSE 2

Must confess I like your way of viewing it—
No use in ruing it
When gloom is blueing it.
Taking your advice, the sad and weary'll
Have no material
To be funereal.
It's a thought that they should be swallowing, my dear,
Look at me, already you've a following, my dear.

  REPEAT REFRAIN