Grab your hat, grab your coat Leave your worries on the doorstep Just direct your feet On the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter pat? It's a happy tune of your step Life can be fine On the sunny side below life I used to walk in the shade With those blues on parade But let me tell you that I'm not afraid 'Cause the Rover crossed over the street If I never had a cent to spend I'd be rich as Mr. Rockefeller Gold dust on my feet On the sunny side of the street