From Hello Dolly: “Put on Your Sunday Clothes” (Video)

Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

This is from the 1969 movie version, starring a young Barbra Streisand.
 



Published on Nov 5, 2014

Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group North America
 

Put on Your Sunday Clothes
Words and Music by Jerry Herman

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,

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 smoky 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!