I’m just a broadway baby
Walking off my tired feet
Pounding forty-second street
To be in a show
Broadway baby
Learning how to sing and dance
Waiting for that one big chance
To be in a show
Gee
I’d like to be
On some marquee
All the twinkling lights
A spark
To fade the dark
From union Park
To Washington Heights
Someday maybe
All my dreams will be repaid
Hell, I’d even play the maid
To be in a show
Say, Mr. producer
I’m talking to you, sir
I don’t need a lot
Only what I’ve got
Plus a tube green paint and a follow-spot
I’m a Broadway baby
Slave and out of five and 10
Dreaming of that great day when
I’ll be in a show
Broadway, baby
Making rounds all afternoon
Eating at a greasy spoon
To save on my dough
At
My tiny flat
There’s just my cat
A bed and a 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 can get to strut my stuff
Working for a nice man
Like a Ziegfield or a Wiseman
In a big great Broadway show
