Put On Your Sunday Clothes Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Cornelius: 

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 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 horse drawn open cars 

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Cornelius & Barnaby: 

We'll see the shows at Delmonicos 

And we'll close the town in a whirl 

And we won't come until we've kissed a girl! 

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 spirits seem to turn about 

That Sunday shine is a certain sign 

That you feel as fine as you look! 

Dolly & Ambrose: 

Beneath your parasol, 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 there's no blue Monday in your Sunday... 

No Monday in your Sunday... 

No Monday in your Sunday clothes! 

Townspeople, all: 

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out 

Strut down the street and have your picture took 

Dolly, townspeople, all: 

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! 

Women: 

Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile 

All: 

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! 

[dance interlude] 

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 spirits seem to turn about 

Townspeople, all: 

That Sunday shine is a certain sign 

That you feel as fine as you look! 

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! 

Dolly: 

Ermengarde, keep smiling. no man wants a little ninny! 

Ambrose do a turn, let me see! 

Mr. Hackl, Mr. Tucker don't 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: 

Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard! 

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 

Dolly: 

To town we'll trot to a smokey spot 

Where the girls are hot as a fuse! 

All: 

Wow 

All: 

Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff 

We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove 

Dolly: 

We wanna take New York by storm! 

All: 

We'll join the Astors 

At Tony Pastor's 

And this I'm positive of 

That we won't come home 

No we won't come home 

No we won't come home until we fall in love!