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Put On Your Sunday Clothes
Michael Crawford/Barbra Streisand
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Out there,
Theres a world outside of yonkers,
Way out there beyond this hick town barnaby,
Theres a slick town barnaby.
Out there,
Full of shine and full of sparkle,
Close your eyes and see it glisten,
Barnaby,
Listen barnaby!
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Put on your sunday clothes
There's lots of world out there.
Get out the brilliant team
And dime cigars.
We're going to find adventure
In the evening air!
Girls in white,
In a perfumed night,
And the light's are bright as the stars!
Put on your sunday clothes,
We're gunna ride through town
In one of those new horse-drawn open cars!
We'll see the shows;
The 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 certain sign
That you feel as fine
As you look.
Beneath your parasol
The world is all a smile.
It makes you feel
Brand new down to
Your toes!
Get out your feathers
Your patterned leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
Oh theres no blue monday
In your sunday...
No monday
In your sunday...
No 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 certain sign
That you feel as fine
As you look.
You need your parasol
The world is all a smile
That makes you feel brand new
Down to your toes.
Get out your feathers
Your patterned leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For theres no blue monday
In your sunday clothes.
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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 certain sign
That you feel as fine
As you look.
Beneath your bowler brim
The worlds a simple song.
A lovely lilt
That makes you tilt your nose.
Get out your slickers,
Your flannel knickers,
Your red suspenders and hose.
Oh theres no blue monday
In your sunday clothes.
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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!
All Aboard!
All Aboard!
All Aboard!
All Aboard!
Put on your sunday clothes
Theres lots of world out there.
Put on your silk cravat
And patent shoes.
We're gunna find adventure
In the evening air.
To town we'll trot
To a smokey 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 wanna take New York by Storm!
We'll join the Astors
At Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
And we won't come home
No we won't come home
No we won't come home
Until we fall in love!
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