Most of you who know me, are aware that one of my dreams in 2009 is to pursue a career in musical theater…or the opportunity to perform in at least one show…and say I’ve accomplished a childhood dream.
Recently as a joke I’ve begun using the moniker “Broadway Baby” on some social networks and instant messaging applications. Well, I stopped to ponder for a moment about this name, and the song I remember hearing it in. So, with the help of Google I found the lyrics, and couldn’t help smiling to myself. If ever a song described me and my dreams (albeit dated lyrics but hey who cares?), I think this is the one.
Read, and enjoy….
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 when
I’ll be in a show.Oh…
Broadway Baby,
Making rounds all afternoon,
Eating at a greasy spoon
To have on my dough.
Oh…At my tiny flat
There’s just my cat.
A bed and a chairStill 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
In a great big
Broadway show!
I have all the faith in the world that your dreams will come to fruition! You have the heart and the drive — and all your friends in your corner!