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.

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 when
I'll be in a show.

Broadway Baby,
Making rounds all afternoon,
Eating at a greasy spoon
To save on my dough.

At my tiny flat
There's just my cat,
A bed and a chair
Still, I'll stick it till
I'm on a bill
All over Time 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

In a great big Broadway show!