Broadway Baby

I'm just a
 Broadway Baby.
 Walking off my tired feet.
 Pounding Forty-Second 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.
 Someday, maybe,
 All my dreams will be repaid.
 Heck, I'd even play the maid
 To be in a show.
 Hey, Mr. Producer,
 I'm talking 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 whcn
 I'll be in a show.Oh...
 Broadway Baby,
 Making rounds all afternoon,
 Eating at a greasy spoon
 To have on my dough.
 Oh... AtMy tiny flat
 There's just my cat.
 A bed and o chair
 Still
 I'll stick it till
 I'm on a bill
 All over Times Square.
 Someday, maybe,
 If I stick it long enough,
 I may get to strut my stuff
 Working for a nice man
 Like a Ziegfeld or a Weismann
 HATTIE, THE WHITMANS, SOLANGE:
 In a great big
 Broadway show!
 Lyrics and sync by @IvoAskerlakov