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Lyric Put On Your Sunday Clothes


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...!