Put on your Sunday clothes
[Cornelius:]Out thereThere's a world outside of YonkersWay out there beyond this hick town, BarnabyThere's a slick town, BarnabyOut thereFull of shine and full of sparkleClose your eyes and see it glisten, BarnabyListen, Barnaby...Put on your Sunday clothes,There's lots of world out thereGet out the brillantine and dime cigarsWe're gonna find adventure in the evening airGirls in white in a perfumed nightWhere the lights are bright as the stars!Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through townIn one of those new horsedrawn open cars[Cornelius & Barnaby:]We'll see the shows at DelmonicosAnd we'll close the town in a whirlAnd we won't come until we've kissed a girl!
[Dolly:]Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and outStrut down the street and have your picture tookDressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn aboutThat Sunday shine is a certain signThat you feel as fine as you look!
Dolly & Ambrose:Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smileThat makes you feel brand new down to your toes
[Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:]Get out your feathers, your patent leathersYour beads and buckles and bowsFor there's no blue Monday in your Sunday...No Monday in your Sunday...No Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Townspeople, All:]Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and outStrut down the street and have your picture took
[Dolly, Townspeople, All:]Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn aboutThat Sunday shine is a certain signThat you feel as fine as you look![Women:]Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile[All:]That makes you feel brand new down to your toesGet out your feathersYour patent leathersYour beads and buckles and bowsFor there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dance interlude]
[Children:]Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and outStrut down the street and have your picture took
[Women:]Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
[Townspeople, All:]That Sunday shine is a certain signThat you feel as fine as you look!Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple songA lovely lilt that makes you tilt your noseGet out your slickers, your flannel knickersYour red suspenders and hoseFor there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dolly:]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!All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]All Aboard!
[Dolly:]All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]All Aboard!
[Dolly:]Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
[All:]All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!
Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out therePut on your silk cravat and patent shoesWe're gonna find adventure in the evening air
[Dolly:]To town we'll trot to a smokey spotWhere the girls are hot as a fuse!
[All:]WOW
[All:]Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuffWe'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
[Dolly:]We wanna take New York by Storm!
[All:]We'll join the AstorsAt Tony Pastor'sAnd this I'm positive ofThat we won't come homeNo we won't come homeNo we won't come home until we fall in love!