BROADWAY BABY
From the Broadway Musical "Follies" (1971)
(Stephen Sondheim)


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!
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!