4 acessos
Hattie:
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 bc 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 whcn
I'll be in a show.oh...
Broadway baby,
Making rounds all afternoon,
Eating at a greasy spoon
To have on my dough.
Oh...atmy 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
Hattie, the whitmans, solange:
In a great big
Broadway show!