Broadway Baby

I'm just a Broadway Baby. Walking off my tired feet. Pounding Forty-Second 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. Someday, maybe, All my dreams will be repaid. Heck, I'd even play the maid To be in a show. Hey, Mr. Producer, I'm talking to you, sir; I don't need a lot, Only what I got, Plus a tube of greasepaint And a follow-spot! I'm a Broadway Baby, Slaving at the five-and-ten, Dreaming of the great day whcn I'll be in a show.Oh... Broadway Baby, Making rounds all afternoon, Eating at a greasy spoon To have on my dough. Oh... AtMy tiny flat There's just my cat. A bed and o chair Still I'll stick it till I'm on a bill All over Times Square. Someday, maybe, If I stick it long enough, I may get to strut my stuff Working for a nice man Like a Ziegfeld or a Weismann HATTIE, THE WHITMANS, SOLANGE: In a great big Broadway show! Lyrics and sync by @IvoAskerlakov