Broadway Baby

I'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
A 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 be 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 when
I'll be in a show. Oh...

Broadway Baby
Making rounds all afternoon
Eating at a greasy spoon
To have on my dough.

Oh... At my tiny flat
There's just my cat
A 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 strut my stuff
Working for a nice man
Like a Ziegfeld or a Weismann

In a great big
Broadway show!