(no subject)

Come on along and listen to

The lullaby of Broadway,

The hip hooray and ballyhoo,

The lullaby of Broadway.

The rumble of the subway train,

The rattle of the taxis,

The daffodils who entertain

At Angelo's and Maxie's.

When a Broadway baby says, "Good-night."

It's early in the morning,

Manhattan babies don't sleep tight

Until the dawn;

Good-night baby,

Good-night, milkman's on his way.

Sleep tight, baby,

Sleep tight, let's call it a day, hey!




Chorus 2:



Come on along and listen to

The lullaby of Broadway,

The hi-de-di and boop-a-doo,

The lullaby of Broadway.

The band begins to go to town

And ev'ryone goes crazy,

You rock-a-bye your baby 'round

Till ev'rything gets hazy.

"Hush-a-bye, I'll buy you this and that."

You hear a daddy saying,

And baby goes home to her flat

To sleep all day;

Good-night baby,

Good-night, milkman's on his way.

Sleep tight, baby,

Sleep tight, let's call it a day!

Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway.

(no subject)

In the heart of little old New York,

You'll find a thoroughfare;

It's the part of little old New York

That runs into Times Square;

A crazy quilt that Wall Street "Jack" built,

If you've got a little time to spare,

I want to take you there;



Chorus 1:



Come and meet those dancing feet

On the avenue I'm taking you to,

Forty-Second Street.

Hear the beat of dancing feet,

It's the song I love the melody of,

Forty-Second Street.

Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet;

Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet.

They're side by side, they're glorified,

Where the underworld can meet the elite,

Forty-Second Street.



Chorus 2:



Come and meet those dancing feet

On the avenue I'm taking you to,

Forty-Second Street.

Hear the beat of dancing feet,

It's the song I love the melody of,

Forty-Second Street.

Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet;

Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet.

They're side by side, they're glorified,

Where the underworld can meet the elite,

Naughty, bawdy, gaudy, sporty, Forty-Second Street.



Chorus 2 (from movie):



Come and meet those dancing feet

On the avenue I'm taking you to,

Forty-Second Street.

Hear the beat of dancing feet,

It's the song I love the melody of,

Forty-Second Street.

Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet;

Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet.

The big parade goes on for years,

It's the rhapsody of laughter and tears,

Naughty, bawdy, gaudy, sporty, Forty-Second Street.



Verse 2 (from British sheet music):



There's a lane in little old New York

That's paved with joy and care;

Ev'ry train that comes to old New York

Leaves all its dreamers there.

An avenue of dreams that you love,

There's an air of fun and laughter there

That hides the deep despair.

(no subject)

утром вместо столь желанной 42-й улицы скачалась какая-то непонятно-пафосная песня... ничего так, приятно, но слишком пафосно. но главное не то. главное то, что наконец-то у меня дошли руки и была отсканена преззамечательнейшая наклейка. вот такая:

(no subject)

товарищи френды! не одолжит ли кто-ньть на недельку кодявочку для ЖЖ? вернем как честные люди, с большим спасибом!