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

We'll see the shows
At Delmonico's
And we'll close the town in a whirl
And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl

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 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 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

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

Ermengarde, stop sniveling, don't cry on the valises
We haven't missed the train, thank the Lord
Lovely, you're improving, now get all 11 pieces
We're 7 minutes late, all aboard

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

To town we'll trot to a smoky spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove

We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That we won't come home, that we won't come home
No we won't come home until we fall in love

Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove

We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That we won't come home, that we won't come home
No we won't come home until we fall in love