On the Sunny Side of the Street

Boy, grab your coat, grab your hat.

Leave worries on your step.

Just direct your feet on Sunday side of

the

street. Can't you hear that pitter-pat?

Yes, happy tune yourself, baby.

Life can be so sweet on Sunday side of the

street. I just walk in shade, baby,

walk with those blues on parade. Mm,

I'm not afraid. Yes, sir. Those, those,

those, those,

nothing else. Never have said

I'll be rich as Rockefeller. No, sir.

Gold dust at my feet on Sunday side of the

street.