Put on Your Sunday Clothes

Hello Dolly

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    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 delmonico's
    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 about

    Both:
    That sunday shine
    Is a certain sign
    That you feel as fine as you look

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    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 clothes

    Townspeople, all
    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!
    Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
    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

    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, stop sniveling - don't cry on the valises
    We haven't missed the train, thank the lord
    Lovely, you're improving - now get all 11 pieces
    We're 7 minutes late.
    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
    To town we'll trot
    To a smoky spot
    Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
    Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
    We'll wear a hand made grey suede buttoned glove
    We'll join the astors
    At tony pastor's
    And this I'm positive of
    That we won't come home
    That we won't come home
    No we won't come home until we fall in love

    Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
    We'll wear a hand made grey suede buttoned glove
    We'll join the astors
    At tony pastor's
    And this I'm positive of
    That we won't come home
    That we won't come home
    No we won't come home until we fall in love

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