Get your hat and get your coat, babe

Leave your worry on the doorstep,

Just direct your feet

On the sunny side of the street.

Can't you hear a pitter-pat?

And that happy tune at your doorstep?

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side of the street.

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade,

Now I'm not afraid, I'm not, babe

It's over, it's over.

If I never have a cent,

I'll be rich as Rockefeller.

Gold dust at my feet,

On the sunny side of the street.