(Dorothy Fields - Jimmy McHugh) Grab your coat, oh, get your hat, leave your worry on the doorstep Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street Can t you hear that pitter, pat and that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade But I m not afraid this rover he crossed over If I never have one cent I ll be rich as Rockefeller Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street. (I used to walk, walk in the shade with those blues, blues on parade) But I m not afraid this rover he crossed over If I never have one cent I ll be rich as Rockefeller Gold dust at my feet on the sunny, (sunny) On the sunny, (sunny), on the sunny side of the street...