To the misanthropic misbegotten merchants of gloom
who look into their crystal balls and prophesy our doom
Let the death knell chime, its the end of time
let the cynics put their blinkers on and toast our decline

Don't become demoralized by this chorus of complaint
its a sure sign that the old world is terminally quaint
and tomorrow's gonna be a better day
no matter what the siren voices say
tomorrow's gonna be a better day
we're gonna to make it that way

To the pessimistic populists to harbor no doubt
that every day we make our way to hell in a hand cart
and the snaky set, who's snapping to get
anyone who sticks their head above the parapet

Oh don't become disheartened baby, don't be fooled
take it from someone who knows the glass is half full in
And tomorrow's gonna be a better day
no matter what the siren voices say
Tomorrow's gonna be a better day
We're gonna make it that way