A lot of cobwebs in your head You're getting rusty, so you said You're feeling badly and everything looks grey You're getting worried, yes indeed I know exactly what you need A little sunshine will make you feel OK
Give the blues a chase Find a sunny place Go and paint your face, with sunshine Pay your doctor bills Then throw away his pills You can cure your ills, with sunshine
Why don't you take your teardrops, one by one Before it gets too late Hang them up out in the sun And they'll evaporate
When the troubles start Pounding at your heart Rub the injured part, with sunshine
Give the blues a chase Find a sunny place Go and paint your face, with sunshine Pay your doctor bills Then throw away his pills You can cure your ills, with sunshine
Why don't you take your teardrops, one by one Before it gets too late Hang them up out in the sun And they'll evaporate
When the troubles start Pounding at your heart Rub the injured part, with sunshineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
