HATTIE: 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 bc 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 whcn I'll be in a show.Oh... Broadway Baby, Making rounds all afternoon, Eating at a greasy spoon To have on my dough. Oh...AtMy tiny flat There's just my cat. A bed and o chair Still 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 HATTIE, THE WHITMANS, SOLANGE: In a great big Broadway show!
If you read these lyrics, and something sparks inside of you, you're in the right place.
Most all of us dream of the lights, the applause, the marquee...but it's going to take a lot more than dreaming to get there. This community is for those people who realize this...and are willing to do what it takes to get there: LOTS OF HARD WORK.
We all could use a helping hand when it comes to show biz. So, any possible way we can help and support each other, we will.
We are the generation of Broadway Babies...and we are going to do what it takes to take New York by storm.