Broadway Baby - Stephen Sondheim, Michelle Dowdy

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.

Some day maybe,

All my dreams will be repaid.

I can get to strut my stuff,

Working for a nice man

Like a Ziegfeld or a Weissman

In a big-time Broadway show!

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 talkin' 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.

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.

Some day maybe,

If I stick it long enough,

I can get to strut my stuff,

Work-ing for a nice man

Like a Ziegfeld or a Weissman

In a big-time

Broadway show!