Sunny Disposish - Bix Beiderbecke with The Jean Goldkette Orchestra, Джордж Гершвин

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:

A sunny disposish

Will always see you through

When you 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

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 be swallowing, my dear

Look at me, already you’ve a following, my dear

A sunny disposish

Will always see you through

When you 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