Broadway Baby Songtext
von Elaine Stritch

I′m just a Broadway baby
Walking off my tired feet
Pounding 42nd 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

Some day, maybe
All my dreams will be repaid
Heck, I′d even play the maid
To be in a show


Hey, hey Mister producer, oh I'm sorry
Yes, yeah, I, I was talking to you sir

I don't need a lot
Only what I got
Plus a tube of greasepaint and a follow spot

Broadway Baby
Making rounds all afternoon
And I′m eating at a greasy spoon
To save on my dough, oh

At my tiny flat, just my cat
A bed and a chair
Still, I′ll stick it 'til
I′m on a bill all over Times Square

Some day maybe
If I stick it long enough
I may get to strut my stuff
Working for a nice man
Like a Ziegfeld or a Weissman
In a great big Broadway show