If I should suddenly start to sing,
 Or stand on my head, or anything,
 Don't think that I've lost my senses,
 It's just that my happiness [bad word] 

 The long, long ages of dull despair
 Are turning into thin air,
 And it seems that suddenly I've
 [bad word] the happiest man alive.

 Things are looking up.
 I've been looking the landscape over,
 And it's covered with four-leaf clovers.
 Oh, things are looking up
 Since love looked up at me.

 Bitter was my cup,
 But no more will I be the mourner,
 For I've certainly turned the corner.
 Oh, things are looking up,
 Since love looked up at me

 See the sunbeams?
 Every one beams
 Just because of you.
 Love's in session
 And my depression
 Is unmistakably through

 Things are looking up,
 It's a great little world we live in.
 Oh, I'm as happy as a pup
 Since love looked up at me.