Well we ain't got a barrel of money... We may be ragged and funny...
But we're travelin' on... Singing our song...
Side by side.

Don't know what's comin' tomorrow... maybe it's trouble and sorrow...
but we'll travel the road... sharin' our load...
side by side.

When they've all had their quarrels and parted...
we'll be the same as we started...
Just a travelin' on... Singing our song...
side by side.

Not a care never any to spare, we throw off our troubles just as easy as blowing bubbles
what a pair, always walking on air, life is nothing but a fantasy.

Who cares about the weather,  what if the sky should fall? 
Let the little pieces scatter, it doesn't really matter at all.

We've all had out troubles and heartaches, we'll be the same as we started,
travlin' along singin' a song...
side by side.

Who cares if Niagara falls?  Who cares if the baby bawls?

Who cares if the landlord calls,  when we are, side by side.?