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Song Parodies -> "How Can I Be Dour?"
Original Song Title:
"How Can I Be Sure?"
Original Performer:
The Young Rascals
Parody Song Title:
"How Can I Be Dour?"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
How can I be dour
in a world in which I’m derangin’?
How can I be dour
with such sunny views?
Look to the skies,
look to the skies; all I see is blue,
way there, up high.
Clouds pass by; I give a “Howdy-do?!”
A warm “Hello!”
to all the folks that abuse me.
They punch my eye; it’s “Excuse me!”
I smile, and then I bow down.
Look to the skies,
look to the skies; all I see is blue.
Clouded, my eyes;
I don’t spy all the pollution spew.
But I never hang my head down;
I see goodness all over town.
Won’t say, “Shitty,” not even when things become
gray and gritty—that I will not do.
How can I be dour?
I really will not let bad feelings grow.
I really won’t let grow feelings of woe. No!
No woe…!
Sunny weather
never escapes from my tether.
Much better, things, since joy, I met her.
Nothing bad can sever my tether
to the wonders that abound.
How can I be cured
of the wounds from bullets fast-rangin’?
Docs tell me, they’re sure:
I can’t be cured—“Adieu.”
in a world in which I’m derangin’?
How can I be dour
with such sunny views?
Look to the skies,
look to the skies; all I see is blue,
way there, up high.
Clouds pass by; I give a “Howdy-do?!”
A warm “Hello!”
to all the folks that abuse me.
They punch my eye; it’s “Excuse me!”
I smile, and then I bow down.
Look to the skies,
look to the skies; all I see is blue.
Clouded, my eyes;
I don’t spy all the pollution spew.
But I never hang my head down;
I see goodness all over town.
Won’t say, “Shitty,” not even when things become
gray and gritty—that I will not do.
How can I be dour?
I really will not let bad feelings grow.
I really won’t let grow feelings of woe. No!
No woe…!
Sunny weather
never escapes from my tether.
Much better, things, since joy, I met her.
Nothing bad can sever my tether
to the wonders that abound.
How can I be cured
of the wounds from bullets fast-rangin’?
Docs tell me, they’re sure:
I can’t be cured—“Adieu.”
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