Put On Your Sunday Clothes (wall-e)

	  		
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Out there 
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There's a world outside of yonkers 
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Way out there beyond this hick town, barnaby 
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There's a slick town, barnaby 
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Out there 
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Full of shine and full of sparkle 
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Close your eyes and see it glisten, barnaby 
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Listen, barnaby 

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Put on your sunday clothes, there's lots of world out there 
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Get out the brillantine and dime cigars 
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We're gonna find adventure in the evening air 
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Girls in white 
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In a perfumed night 
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Where the lights are bright as the stars! 
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Put on your sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town 
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In one of those new horse drawn open cars 
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We'll see the shows 
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At delmonico's 
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And we'll close the town in a whirl 
  
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And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl! 
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Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out 
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Strut down the street and have your picture took 
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about 
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That sunday shine 
       
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Is a certain sign 
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That you feel as fine as you look 
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Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile 
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That makes you feel brand new down to your toes 
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Get out your feathers 
  
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Your patent leathers 
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Your beads and buckles and bows 
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For there's no blue monday in your sunday  
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No monday in the sunday 
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No monday in the sunday clothes 
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Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out 
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Strut down the street and have your picture took 
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about 
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That sunday shine is a certain sign 
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That you feel as fine as you look! 
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Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile 
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That makes you feel brand new down to your toes 
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Get out your feathers 
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Your patent leathers 
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Your beads and buckles and bows 
    
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For there's no blue monday in your sunday clothes 

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Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out 
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Strut down the street and have your picture took 
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Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about 
      Am 
That sunday shine 
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Is a certain sign 
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That you feel as fine as you look 
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Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song 
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A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose 
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Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers 
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Your red suspenders and hose 
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For there's no blue monday in your sunday clothes 

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Ermengarde, keep smiling, nobody wants a little ninny! 
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Ambrose, do a turn, let me see! 
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Mr. Hackl, Mr. Tucker, don't forget Irene and Minnie. 
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Just forget what you've heard a word of mine! 
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All aboard! 
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All aboard! All aboard 
  
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All aboard! All aboard 
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Put on your sunday clothes there's lots of world out there 
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Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes 
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We're gonna find adventure in the evening air 
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To town we'll trot 
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To a smoky spot 
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Where the girls are hot as a fuse! 
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Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff 
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We'll wear a hand made grey suede buttoned glove 
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We'll join the astors 
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At tony pastor's 
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And this I'm positive of 
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That we won't come home 
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That we won't come home 
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No we won't come home until we fall in love 

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