Put on your sunday clothes – Paroles de la chanson – Hello, Dolly !.

Fiche technique.

Musique : Jerry Herman.
Label : Mercury.
Sortie : 4 mai 1998.
Film : Hello, Dolly !

Put on your sunday clothes.

Interprétée par Barbra Streisand, Tommy Tune, Michael Crawford et Danny Lockin.

(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 brillantine 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 horsedrawn open cars.

(Cornelius et 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 et Ambrose)
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile.
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes.

(Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius et 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.

(Choeur)
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out.
Strut down the street and have your picture took.

(Dolly et choeur)
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.

(Choeur)
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 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.

(Choeur)
All Aboard.

(Dolly)
All Aboard.

(Choeur)
All Aboard.

(Dolly)
Aboard.

(Choeur)
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 smokey spot.
Where the girls are hot as a fuse.

(Choeur)
Wow.

(Choeur)
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.

(Choeur)
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.