I used to walk in the shade
Just direct your feet
This Rover crossed over
Gold dust at my feet
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
On the sunny side of the street
With those blues on parade
And that happy tune is your step?
If I never have a cent
I used to walk in the shade
Can't you hear a pitter pat
But I'm not afraid
Gold dust at my feet
With those blues on parade
Life can be so sweet
If I never have a cent
To the sunny side of the street
But I'm not afraid
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
This Rover crossed over
On the sunny side of the street
