They'll ensnare you And try to scare you Into thinking it won't be A horrible catastrophe. They'll insist that I'm a dingbat For claiming before long It's headed for the deep blue sea. Don't they realize how wrong it is to manufacture crises that don't exist? That scaring the bee-jeebers out of ev'ryone is diff'rent than a slight arm twist? So I dare you Not to let them scare you Into thinking you will be Securer if we let things be.
Music by Harold Arlen |