Broadway Baby

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