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 spirts seem to turn about

That Sunday shine is a certin sign

That you feel as fine as you look



Dolly & Ambrose:

Beneath your parosol, 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 is your Sunday

No Monday in your Sunday clothes



Townspeople:

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

Strut down the street and have your picture took

(+Dolly)

Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about

That Sunday shine, is a certin sign that you feel as fine as you look



Women:

Beneath your parsol, the world is all a smile



All:

That makes you feel brand new down to your toes

Get out your feather, your patent leathers,

Your bead and buckles and bows 

For there's no but Monday in your Sunday clothes



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 spirts seem to turn about



Townspeople:

That Suday shine is a certin sign that you feel as fine as you look

Beneath your bowlerbrim the world's a simple song

A lovely lit that makes your 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:

Ermengrade, keep smiling, no man wants a little ninny

Ambrose do a turn let me see

Mr. Hackel, 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:

Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard



Townspeople:

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 paten 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



Townspeople:

WOW!

Put on your silk high hat and the turned up cuff

We'll wear a handmade grey suede buttoned glove



Dolly:

We wanna take New York by storm



Townspeople:

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...!