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