Grabbin' up ya' hats, coats, boots and everything
Leave your worries on the doorstep 'cause we going by and by
Just direct your feet
You look neat on the sunny side of the street
Can't you hear the pitter and the patter?
Of the raindrops trickling down your fire escape ladder
Life could be so fine
Fine as mmm, wine
I used to walk
Walk in the shade with my blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
It's over, Casanova
If I never had one cent
I'd be rich as Rockyfeller
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny
On the shady
On the sunny
Side of the street