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Grab your coat, don't forget your hat, but leave your worries, leave 'em on the doorstep.
Life's sweet, just direct your feet to the sun, sunny side of the street.
I'm a model too, sad as to walk in the shade, with my blues on parade.
What a drag, old man, getting stuck in the shade, only here for a sandwich kiss.
Rich as Rockefeller, can't be beat, 'cause I sprout my feet on the sunny, sunny side of the street.