Put On Your Sunday Clothes (from "Hello, Dolly!") 歌詞
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
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 the 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
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 the 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 love
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
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
No we won't come home
No we won't come home
Until we fall in love