| Now, me and this friend named Street-life Brown |
| We got a bottle of red and headed uptown |
| One hand on the jug and one on time |
| He said, «I bet you a dollar against this next line» |
| I said, «Don't let the sunshine fool you |
| Don’t let the bluebirds tool you |
| Don’t let the women do you |
| Put your hand in mine» |
| Advice is fine if you’ve got a mind |
| To listen to them that’s got the time |
| The muse’ll get you if you don’t watch out |
| He’s equipped to know what it’s all about |
| Said, «Don't let the sunshine fool you |
| Don’t let the bluebirds tool you |
| Don’t let the women do you |
| Put your hand in mine» |
| Fanon street in the afternoon |
| Is an easy way to get out of tune |
| But the hard soap salesman said, «No dice» |
| When I asked politely for a better price |
| Said, «Don't let the sunshine fool you |
| Don’t let the bluebirds tool you |
| Don’t let the women do you |
| Put your hand in mine» |
| Well, here’s a song for you, child of mine |
| Hope you make it through this time |
| Get yourself a piece of that rainbow pie |
| Ain’t no reason in the world you can’t get by |
| And don’t let the sunshine fool you |
| Don’t let the bluebirds tool you |
| Don’t let the women do you |
| Put your hand in mine |
| Don’t let the sunshine fool you |
| Don’t let the bluebirds tool you |
| Don’t let the women do you |
| Put your hand in mine |