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 & 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 smokey 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!