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Hello Dolly (Related Recordings) - "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 theres 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 theres 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 worlds 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 theres 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 dont 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 theres lots of world out there
Put on your silk cravat and paten shoes
Were gonna find adventure in the evening air
Dolly:
To town well 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
Well wear a handmade grey suede buttoned glove
Dolly:
We wanna take New York by storm
Townspeople:
Well join the Astors, at Tony Pastors
And this Im positive of
That we wont come home
No we wont come home
No we wont come home until we fall in love...!
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