[Cornelius:]
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Out there
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There's a world outside of Yonkers
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Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
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There's a slick town, Barnaby
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Out there
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Full of shine and full of sparkle
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Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
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Listen, Barnaby...
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Put on your Sunday clothes,
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There's lots of world out there
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Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
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We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
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Girls in white in a perfumed night
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Where the lights are bright as the stars!
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Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
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In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
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[Cornelius & Barnaby:]
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We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
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And we'll close the town in a whirl
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And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!
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[Dolly:]
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Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
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Strut down the street and have your picture took
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
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That Sunday shine is a certain sign
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That you feel as fine as you look!
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Dolly & Ambrose:
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Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
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That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
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[Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:]
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Get out your feathers, your patent leathers
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Your beads and buckles and bows
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For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday...
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No Monday in your Sunday...
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No Monday in your Sunday clothes!
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[Townspeople, All:]
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Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
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Strut down the street and have your picture took
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[Dolly, Townspeople, All:]
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
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That Sunday shine is a certain sign
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That you feel as fine as you look!
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[Women:]
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Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
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[All:]
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That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
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Get out your feathers
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Your patent leathers
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Your beads and buckles and bows
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For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
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[Dance interlude]
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[Children:]
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Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
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Strut down the street and have your picture took
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[Women:]
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
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[Townspeople, All:]
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That Sunday shine is a certain sign
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That you feel as fine as you look!
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Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
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A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
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Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
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Your red suspenders and hose
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For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
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[Dolly:]
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Ermengarde keep smiling no man wants some little meaning!
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Ambrose do a turn, let me see!
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Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie,
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Just forget you ever heard a word from me!
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All Aboard!
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[Townspeople:]
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All Aboard!
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[Dolly:]
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All Aboard!
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[Townspeople:]
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All Aboard!
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[Dolly:]
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Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
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[All:]
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All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!
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Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there
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Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
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We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
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[Dolly:]
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To town we'll trot to a smokey spot
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Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
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[All:]
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WOW
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[All:]
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Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
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We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
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[Dolly:]
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We wanna take New York by Storm!
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[All:]
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We'll join the Astors
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At Tony Pastor's
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And this I'm positive of
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That we won't come home
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No we won't come home
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No we won't come home until we fall in love!
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Put On Your Sunday Clothes
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Barbra Streisand |