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Jerry Herman
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Put On Your Sunday Clothes
Lyricist:Jerry Herman
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 brilliantine 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 horse drawn open cars
We'll see the shows At Delmonico's And we'll close the town in a whirl And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl
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 Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile 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
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That you feel as fine as you look Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile 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
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
Ermengarde, stop sniveling, don't cry on the valises We haven't missed the train, thank the Lord Lovely, you're improving, now get all 11 pieces We're 7 minutes late, all aboard
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
To town we'll trot to a smoky spot Where the girls are hot as a fuse! Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's And this I'm positive of That we won't come home, that we won't come home No we won't come home until we fall in love
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's And this I'm positive of That we won't come home, that we won't come home No we won't come home until we fall in love
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