Broadway Baby

I'm just a Broadway baby Walking off my tired feet Pounding 42nd Street To be in a show Oh, Broadway baby Learning how to sing and dance Waiting for that one big chance To be in a show Oh gee, I'd like to be on some marquee All twinkling lights A spark to pierce the dark From Battery Park to Washington Heights Some day, maybe All my dreams will be repaid Heck, I'd even play the maid To be in a show Hey, hey Mister producer, oh I'm sorry Yes, yeah, I, I was talking to you sir I don't need a lot Only what I got Plus a tube of greasepaint and a follow spot Broadway Baby Making rounds all afternoon And I'm eating at a greasy spoon To save on my dough, oh At my tiny flat, just my cat A bed and a chair Still, I'll stick it 'til I'm on a bill all over Times Square Some day maybe If I stick it long enough I may get to strut my stuff Working for a nice man Like a Ziegfeld or a Weissman In a great big Broadway show