Cornelius: Out there There's a world outside of Yonkers Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby There's a slick town, Barnaby Out there Full of shine and full of sparkle Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby Listen, Barnaby... Put on your Sunday clothes, There's lots of world out there Get out the brillantine and dime cigars We're gonna find adventure in the evening air Girls in white in a perfumed night Where the lights are bright as the stars! Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
Cornelius & Barnaby: We'll see the shows at Delmonicos And we'll close the town in a whirl And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!
Dolly: Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out Strut down the street and have your picture took Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about That Sunday shine is a certain sign That you feel as fine as you look!
Dolly & Ambrose: Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby: Get out your feathers, your patent leathers Your beads and buckles and bows For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday clothes!
Townspeople, All: Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out Strut down the street and have your picture took
Dolly,Townspeople, All: Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about That Sunday shine is a certain sign That you feel as fine as you look! Women: Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile All: That makes you feel brand new down to your toes Get out your feathers Your patent leathers Your beads and buckles and bows For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dance interlude]
Children: Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out Strut down the street and have your picture took
Women: Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
Townspeople, All: That Sunday shine is a certain sign That you feel as fine as you look! Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers Your red suspenders and hose For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
Dolly: Ermengarde, keep smiling. no man wants a little ninny! Ambrose do a turn, let me see! Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie, Just forget you ever heard a word from me! All Aboard!
Townspeople: All Aboard!
Dolly: All Aboard!
Townspeople: All Aboard!
Dolly: Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
All: All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!
Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Dolly: To town we'll trot to a smokey spot Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
All: WOW
All: Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
Dolly: We wanna take New York by Storm!
All: We'll join the Astors At Tony Pastor's And this I'm positive of That we won't come home No we won't come home No we won't come home until we fall in love! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
