Little Sunshine - Al Jolson

A lot of cobwebs in your head

You’re getting rusty, so you said

You’re feeling badly and everything looks grey

You’re getting worried, yes indeed

I know exactly what you need

A little sunshine will make you feel OK

Give the blues a chase

Find a sunny place

Go and paint your face, with sunshine

Pay your doctor bills

Then throw away his pills

You can cure your ills, with sunshine

Why don’t you take your teardrops, one by one

Before it gets too late

Hang them up out in the sun

And they’ll evaporate

When the troubles start

Pounding at your heart

Rub the injured part, with sunshine

Give the blues a chase

Find a sunny place

Go and paint your face, with sunshine

Pay your doctor bills

Then throw away his pills

You can cure your ills, with sunshine

Why don’t you take your teardrops, one by one

Before it gets too late

Hang them up out in the sun

And they’ll evaporate

When the troubles start

Pounding at your heart

Rub the injured part, with sunshine