Michael Crawford, Barbra Streisand - Put On Your Sunday Clothes lyrics
[Michael Crawford, Barbra Streisand - Put On Your Sunday Clothes lyrics]
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 horsedrawn open cars
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
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 spirit's seem to turn around
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
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 spirit's
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 spirit's
Seem to turn around
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!
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!
(sung) all aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
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 smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
WOW
Put on your silk high hat
And at the turned-up cuff
We'll wear a handmade 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
That we won't come home
No, we won't come home
No, we won't come home until we fall in love!
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 horsedrawn open cars
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
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 spirit's seem to turn around
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
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 spirit's
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 spirit's
Seem to turn around
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!
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!
(sung) all aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
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 smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
WOW
Put on your silk high hat
And at the turned-up cuff
We'll wear a handmade 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
That we won't come home
No, we won't come home
No, we won't come home until we fall in love!