Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear that pitter pat that happy tune is your tune
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
But now I’m not afraid; trouble’s over, I’ve crossed over
If I never have a cent, I’ll be as rich as Rockfeller
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street

Swing version
Grab your coat; don’t forget your hat
We’ll leave your worries, leave them on the doorstep
Life’s sweet,
Just direct your feet to the sun, sunny side of the street

Hop bop a doddle zag pitter pat
You know that happy tune is my step
Life’s all-reet if you dig that beat
On the sunny, sunny side of the street

Used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
What a drag old man, getting stuck in the shade
Get hip, don’t be afraid
Move it on over; feel yourself in the clover

Only hip for a cent. Who cares?
Rich as Rockefeller, can’t be beat
Go down from my feet On the sunny, sunny side of the street