'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.Oh...Gee.'
I'd like to be
On some marquee,
All twinkling lights,
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 bc 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 whcn
I'll be in a show.Oh...
Broadway Baby,
Making rounds all afternoon,
Eating at a greasy spoon
To have on my dough.
Oh...AtMy tiny flat
There's just my cat.
bed and o chair
Still
I'll stick it till
I'm on a bill
All over Times Square.
Someday, maybe,
If I stick it long enough,
I may get to [bad word] my stuff
Working for a nice man
Like a Ziegfeld or a Weismann
HATTIE, THE WHITMANS, SOLANGE:
In a great big
Broadway show!