(Fields/McHugh)

Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street

Don't you hear that pitter-pat
You know that happy tune is your step
Life could be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
Now you know I'm not afraid... I guess this rover done crossed over

If I never have a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street