Broadway Baby Lyrics

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 twinkling lights,
A spark to pierce the dark from Batt'ry Park
To Washington Heights.

Someday maybe,
All my dreams will be repaid.
Heck, I'd even play the maid
to be in a show.

Say, Mister Producer,
Some girls get the breaks.
Just give me my cue, sir.
I've got what it takes.
Say, Mister Producer,
I'm talking to you, sir.
I don't need a lot, Only what I got,
Plus a tube of grease-paint 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.
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
Ziegfel or Weissman in a big time
Broadway Show.