It's just that kind-a day
It's time to kick on back, toss your cares a-way
Cartwheels and piggy-backs: It's just that kinda day
Tell mean old Mister Blues, he's welcome here no more
Put on your happy shoes, and chase him out the door
Today when I awoke, all my cares went up in smoke
I thought about the sad-eyed folk,
Who've never heard this song
Don't cry, don't fret, don't frown, you'll only bruise your heart
The sun's a circus clown, the moon's a lemon tart
Verse 4: (Instrumental)
I'm sittin' on a hill, a-watchin' clouds at play
Love clouds, I always will: It's just that kinda day
Let's give our-selves a break, from sorrow and dis-may
The world's a birthday cake: It's just that kinda day
It's just that kinda day
It's just that kinda day hmm