I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid because this rover crossed over
If I never had a cent I'd be as rich as Rockefeller
With 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 because this rover crossed over
And if I never had a cent I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street