Grab your coat and get your hat
 Leave your worries on the doorstep
 Life can be so sweet
 On the sunny side of the street

 Can't you hear the pitter-pat
 And that happy tune is your step
 Life can [bad word] 
 On the sunny side of the street

 I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
 But I'm not afraid, this rover's crossed over

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

 I used to walk in the shade with them blues on parade
 Now I'm not afraid, this rover has crossed over

 Now if I never made one cent
 I'll still be rich as rockefeller
 There will be goldust at my feet
 On the sunny
 On the sunny, sunny side of the street