Half-Way Down The Street

Grab your coat and snatch 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 and that happy tune in your step
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade with the blues on parade
No longer afraid the rover, crossed over
If I never had a cent, I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
The gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid 'cause the rover, he got over
If I never had a cent I’d be rich as Rockefeller
All those chicks 'round my feet, on the sunny side of the street