Carol Channing - 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 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 and 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! [Dolly and Ambrose] Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile That makes you feel brand new down to your toes [Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, and 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] 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 bu*toned 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 bu*toned 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!