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Grab your coat and grab your hat, |
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Leave your worries on the doorstep. |
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Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. |
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Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune as your step. |
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Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street. |
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I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade. |
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NOW I'm not afraid this rover, crossed over. |
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If I never had a cent I'd be rich as Rockfeller. |
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gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street. |
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I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade. |
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now I'M NOT afraid because this rover, has crossed over. |
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If I never had a cent guess I'll be rich rich as Rockfeller. |
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gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street. |
