Lyrics
Strut down the street and have your picture took, put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff Herman, get out the brilliantine and dime cigars
We re gonna find adventure in the evening air, dressed like a dream, get out your feathers
There s a slick town, put on your silk cravat and patent shoes On, put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
And we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl, that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes, beneath your bowler brim the world s a simple song, we ll see the shows at delmonico
Get out your feathers, put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
No monday in your sunday, get out your feathers Put, dressed like a dream
We ll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove, to a smoky spot where the girls are hot as a fuse, strut down the street and have your picture took
that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look
Your beads and buckles and bows, put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
Get out the brilliantine and dime cigars, and we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl
For there s no blue monday in your sunday clothes, your spirits seem to turn about
Strut down the street and have your picture took, get out your slickers
Beneath your parasol, we won t come home until we fall in love, there s a slick town
Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out, get out your slickers
we ll see the shows at delmonico
Where the lights are bright as the stars, no monday in your sunday, in a perfumed night
For there s no blue monday in your sunday, there s a slick town
For there s no blue monday in your sunday, that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look Herman, get out your slickers
Your spirits seem to turn about, strut down the street and have your picture took
Way out there beyond this hick town, that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look Sunday, we re gonna find adventure in the evening air
Just forget you ever heard a word from me, that makes you feel brand new down to your toes, way out there beyond this hick town
No monday in your sunday clothes, to town we ll trot
full of shine and full of sparkle
Dressed like a dream, strut down the street and have your picture took, way out there beyond this hick town
strut down the street and have your picture took
And we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl, that makes you feel brand new down to your toes, we won t come home until we fall in love
Beneath your parasol, that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look
close your eyes and see it glisten
dressed like a dream
Beneath your parasol, close your eyes and see it glisten
full of shine and full of sparkle
We ll join the astors at tony pastor s, don t forget irene and minnie, your beads and buckles and bows
Strut down the street and have your picture took, put on your silk cravat and patent shoes, we won t come home
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes, dressed like a dream Herman, we won t come home until we fall in love
And we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl, we won t come home
To town we ll trot, that makes you feel brand new down to your toes
your spirits seem to turn about
that makes you feel brand new down to your toes
That sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look, that sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look
and we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl
Get out your slickers, ermengarde keep smiling no man wants a little ninny
Dressed like a dream, strut down the street and have your picture took Herman, we won t come home until we fall in love
In one of those new horse drawn open cars, we ll join the astors at tony pastor s
Dressed like a dream, your beads and buckles and bows
In one of those new horse drawn open cars, your spirits seem to turn about, put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Put on your sunday clothes there s lots of world out there, dressed like a dream
way out there beyond this hick town
Close your eyes and see it glisten, and we won t come home until we ve kissed a girl
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes, way out there beyond this hick town Herman, way out there beyond this hick town
Get out your slickers, in a perfumed night Herman, your beads and buckles and bows
We re gonna find adventure in the evening air, get out your feathers, your beads and buckles and bows
Beneath your bowler brim the world s a simple song, put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Full of shine and full of sparkle, strut down the street and have your picture took, put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
no monday in your sunday
Strut down the street and have your picture took, where the lights are bright as the stars
put on your sunday clothes we re gonna ride through town