You know your problem, Billy
You ain't got no philosophy
It's like Dillinger once told me

'Remember, it's always the darkest
Just before they turn on the lights'

There's an old Australian bush song
That Melba used to sing
A song that always cheered me
When I was blue

Even Melba said
'This bush song was a helluva song to sing
So be quiet whilst I render it for you'

When your instinct tells you that disaster
Is approaching you faster and faster
Then be like the bluebird and sing
'Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la'

When you know you're headed for the jailer
Don't allow the old face to look paler
But be like the bluebird and sing
'Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la'

Be like the bluebird who never is blue
For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do
And though by other birdies in the boughs

He may be told that his efforts are perfectly lousy
He sings on and on till his troubles are through
'Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la'