(Dorothy Fields - Jimmy McHugh)
Grab your coat, oh, get your hat, leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street
Can`t you hear that pitter, pat and that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade
But I`m not afraid this rover he crossed over
If I never have one cent I`ll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street.
(I used to walk, walk in the shade with those blues, blues on parade)
But I`m not afraid this rover he crossed over
If I never have one cent I`ll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny, (sunny)
On the sunny, (sunny), on the sunny side of the street...