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
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
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
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
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!
Oh!
Put on your high
Silk 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...
That we won't
Come home until
We fall in love... !