I'm singing Broadway and I love it! I'm singing Broadway and I'm proud! You can keep your Springsteen. Shove your Chaka. I really don't care for that kind of kaka. Ethel, Liza, Chita, that's my crowd, my crowd!
Yes-sah, I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven! 'Cause "Heaven" is a song from a Broadway show! Ah, just give me a part that's got laughter and tears And I'll beat it like Yul Brenner for the next thousand years! Ah, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway! Brrrrrravo!
Ahhh, who needs a girl who's got flourescent hair, Or an ugly boy singing off key? Give me a broad who's got tits out to there, Belching it out to the balcony!
AhhhAHHHHHHHH!!!! Yes, sir! I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven! I'll be singing Broadway, yes, 'til I die! Just tell me what could be better Than shaking your buns In front of a chorus Of thirty-five nuns? I'll climb every mountain And ford every river I see. A Lady and her muszack, Ha-that's ha-me! Yeah!