
Sure, business is bunk,
And Wall Street is sunk,
We're all of us broke, and ready
to croak.
We've nothing to dunk,
Can't even get drunk,
And all the while, they tell us
to smile:
Cheer up, gentle citizens, though
you have no shirts,
Happy days are here again. Cheer
up, smile, nertz!
All aboard prosperity, giggle 'till
it hurts!
No more bread-line charity. Cheer
up, smile, nertz!
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer
up, cheer,
Up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer,
better times are here.
Sunny smilers we must be, the optimist
asserts,
Let's hang the fat-head to a tree!
Cheer up, smile, nertz!
The world's in the red,
We're better off dead,
Depression, they say's in session
to stay.
Our judges are queer,
Our banks disappear,
And all the while, they tell us
to smile:
Cheer up, gentle citizens, though
you have no shirts,
Happy days are here again. Cheer
up, smile, nertz!
All aboard prosperity, giggle 'till
it hurts,
No more bread-line charity. Cheer
up, smile, nertz!
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer
up, cheer,
Up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer,
better times are here.
Sunny smilers we must be, the optimist
asserts,
Let's hang the fat-head to a tree!
Cheer up, smile, nertz!
Nertz!
Published 3/31/00.
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