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 it s 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 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