Put on Your Sunday Clothes

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 cigar 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 We'll see the shows at Delmonico's And we'll close the town in a whirl But 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 Just 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 It 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 Put on your Sunday clothes When you feel down and out Strut down the street and have your picture took Just 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 It 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 Ermengarde, stop sniveling Don't cry on the valises Ambrose, let me hear that tiny chord (ah) Lovely, you're improving Now get all eleven pieces We're seven minutes late! 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 For I can feel 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 high silk hat And at the turned-up cuff We'll wear a handmade 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 That we won't come home until we fall in love