Top Songs By Gavin Creel
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gavin Creel
Vocals
Taylor Trensch
Vocals
Bette Midler
Vocals
Will Burton
Vocals
Melanie Moore
Vocals
2017 Broadway Cast of Hello, Dolly!
Vocals
Hello, Dolly! Orchestra
Orchestra
Andy Einhorn
Conductor
Hello, Dolly! Ensemble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Herman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Epstein
Producer
Todd Whitelock
Mixing Engineer
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Tim Marchiafava
Recording Engineer
Matt Simms
Assistant Engineer
Akihiro Nishimura
Assistant Engineer
Carlos Mora
Assistant Engineer
Doug Iszlai
Assistant Engineer
Peter Wolford
Assistant Engineer
Mark Wilder
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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 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!
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!
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!
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!
Writer(s): Jerry Herman
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