Now me and this friend named Street Life Brown, we got a bottle of red, and we walked uptown,
and one hand on the jug, and one on time, he said, I'll bet you a dollar against this
next line.
And I said, don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the bluebirds too you, don't let
the sunshine fool you, don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the sunshine fool you,
don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the bluebirds to you, don't let the women do you, put your hand in mine.
Oh, Phantom Street in the afternoons, an easy way to get a tune, but the hard soap salesman, he said no dice, when I asked politely for a better price, he said don't let that sunshine fool you,
don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the bluebirds to you, don't let the women do you, put your hand in mine.
Get yourself a piece of that rainbow pie, no reason in the world that you can't get by, but don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the bluebirds to you, don't let the women do you, put your hand in mine.
Oh, don't let the sunshine fool you, don't let the bluebirds to you, don't let the women do you, put your hand in mine.