Put on Your Sunday Clothes sing and play along

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out,

strut down the street and have your picture took.

Dressed like a dream, your spirits seem to turn about,

that Sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look.

Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile that makes you feel brandnew down to your toes.

Get out your feathers, your patent leathers,

your beads and buckles and bows,

for there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes.

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out,

strut down the street and have your picture took.

Dressed like a dream, your spirits seem to turn about,

that Sunday shine is a certain sign that you feel as fine as you look.

Beneath your bowler brim, the world's a simple song,

a lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose.

Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers,

your red suspenders and hose, in your no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes.

new straw hat

and your silk cravat,

there'll be no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes.