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 spirts seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certin sign
That you feel as fine as you look
Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parosol, 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 is your Sunday
No Monday in your Sunday clothes
Townspeople:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
(+Dolly)
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine, is a certin sign that you feel as fine as you look
Women:
Beneath your parsol, the world is all a smile
All:
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Get out your feather, your patent leathers,
Your bead and buckles and bows
For there`s no but Monday in your Sunday clothes
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 spirts seem to turn about
Townspeople:
That Suday shine is a certin sign that you feel as fine as you look
Beneath your bowlerbrim the world`s a simple song
A lovely lit that makes your 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:
Ermengrade, keep smiling, no man wants a little ninny
Ambrose do a turn let me see
Mr. Hackel, 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:
Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard
Townspeople:
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 paten 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
Townspeople:
WOW!
Put on your silk high hat and the turned up cuff
We`ll wear a handmade grey suede buttoned glove
Dolly:
We wanna take New York by storm
Townspeople:
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...!
