"Put On Your Sunday Clothes" lyrics

[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 brilliantine 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 horse-drawn 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 home 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 around
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!

[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 around

[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 a little ninny!
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:]
All aboard!

[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

[Dolly, all:]
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned-up cuff
We'll wear a handmade gray suede buttoned glove

[Dolly:]
We wanna take New York by storm!

[Dolly, 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!