I'm singing Broadway and I love it!
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I'm singing Broadway and I'm proud!
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You can keep your Springsteen.
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Shove your Chaka.
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I really don't care for that kind of kaka.
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Ethel, Liza, Chita, that's my crowd, my crowd!
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Yes-sah, I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven!
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'Cause "Heaven" is a song from a Broadway show!
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Ah, just give me a part that's got laughter and tears
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and I'll beat it like Yul Brenner for the next thousand years!
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Ah, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway! Brrrrrravo!
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Ahhh, who needs a girl who's got flourescent hair,
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or an ugly boy singing off key?
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Give me a broad who's got tits out to there,
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belching it out to the balcony!
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AhhhAHHHHHHHH!!!!
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Yes, sir! I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven!
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I'll be singing Broadway, yes, 'til I die!
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Just tell me what could be better
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than shaking your buns
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in front of a chorus
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of thirty-five nuns?
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I'll climb every mountain
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and ford every river I see.
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A Lady and her muszack,
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Ha-that's ha-me! Yeah!
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I'm Singing Broadway
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Bette Midler |