Put On Your Sunday Clothes

Put On Your Sunday Clothes - Barbra Streisand (芭芭拉·史翠珊)/Company

Written by：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 brillan tine and dime cigars

Were 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 were

Gonna ride through town

In one of those new horse drawn open cars

Well see the shows at delmo nicos

And well 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

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

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 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

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

All aboard

Townspeople

All aboard

Dolly

All aboard

Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard

Put on your Sunday clothes

There's lots of world out there

Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes

Were gonna find adventure in the evening air

To town well 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

Well wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove

We wanna take New York by storm

Well join the astors

At tony pastors

And this I'm positive of

That we won't come home

No we won't come home

No we won't come home on until we fall in love