歌词
X: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
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!
X: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!
合：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 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!
X: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
合：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!
X:Ermengarde keep smiling
No man wants some little meaning!
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!
X:All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
Aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
All aboard!
合：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 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
That 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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