All Dressed Up (No Place To Go)
'50s doo wop group vocal. The midwestern boy has come to make it on Broadway. It ain't happening. The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
I left my family back in Illinois
To come to Soho with the basket boys,
I’ve got a walk-up studio, a fat grey cat,
Can’t make a life out of crap like that.
I wish that wishing would make it so,
All dressed up, no place to go,
I’ve been in town now for eighteen months,
I sang at a big bar mitzvah once.
My star ain’t shining up on old Broadway,
My light is dying down on Avenue A.
They say one monkey don’t start no show,
All dressed up, no place to go,
Hey there Calgon, take me away
Let ‘em bust my chops some other day.
Into the river goes my Nokia phone,
Please Mr. Greyhound take me home,
Please Mr. Greyhound take me home,
Please Mr. Greyhound take me home.
I hate this damned old dirty old town,
The Bronx is up, and my battery’s down,
Nobody here don’t know my face,
Gonna buy me a ticket to any old place,
Gonna leave here running, that’s all I know,
All dressed up, no place to go,
All dressed up, no place to go.
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