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!
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! Explain Request ×
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