Lyrics Broadway - Paul Whiteman

Broadway, Broadway

You're like a great big dragnet
Or like a golden magnet
Broadway, Broadway
Geeks and the stinks look toward you
In an odd way
A million horns for motor cars
A million lights to dim the stars

Broadway, Broadway
The heart of the world
A painted smile, a hard-looked tale
A helping hand, they're all for sale
Broadway, Broadway

My part of the world
There's a crowd, they're lauding you
And applauding you when you're on top
The same crowd hissing you and dismissing you
If you should flop
Those who fail must learn to say
"Tomorrow is another day"

It's Broadway, Broadway
The heart of the world