A Cockeyed Optimist

Bing Crosby · Other Songs - Bing Crosby

When the skies are brighter canary yellow

I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen,

So they called 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 fallin' on its face

And hasn't very far to go,

But ev'ry whippoorwill

Is sellin' me a bill,

And tellin' me it just ain't so.

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 get it out of my heart!

Not this heart

A Cockeyed Optimist

Bing Crosby's rendition of "A Cockeyed Optimist" captures the enduring warmth and charm that defined his legendary career. As one of the most influential vocalists of the twentieth century, Crosby brought a smooth, intimate baritone to a vast catalogue of recordings spanning decades. This track exemplifies his ability to convey resilience and hope through understated delivery, hallmarks of his signature style. While often associated with holiday classics and swing standards, Crosby's work in this vein demonstrates his versatility across various genres. The song remains a testament to his skill in interpreting material that resonates with listeners seeking comfort and positivity. His extensive discography continues to influence performers, cementing his status as a cornerstone of American popular music history.