Thomas Newman ☆ Worry Wait

Cornelius:
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 brillantine 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 horsedrawn open cars

Cornelius & Barnaby:
We’ll see the shows at Delmonicos
And we’ll close the town in a whirl
And we won’t come until we’ve kissed a girl!

Dolly:
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!

Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes

Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:
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!

Townspeople, All:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took

Dolly,Townspeople, All:
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!
Women:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
All:
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!

[Dance interlude]

Children:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut 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 sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Beneath your bowler brim the world’s 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!

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 there
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air

Dolly:
To town we’ll trot to a smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!

All:
WOW

All:
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We’ll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove

Dolly:
We wanna take New York by Storm!

All:
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!

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Put On Your Sunday Clothes
Thomas Newman