Pinwheel of Death

70 GIRLS 70 - Original Broadway Cast


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Children-Novelty

Recorded 1971

Lyrics BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM.
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.

DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.

DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM.

BOOM BOOM DITTY BOOM,
BOOM BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DO A DITTY,
DITTY EVER DO A DITTY,
DITTY.

BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM.

BOOM BOOM DITTY
BOOM BOOM,
DITTY BOOM BOOM,
DITTY BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM.
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER DITTY
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER DITTY
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1971

Lyrics HOW MANY TIMES
HAVE YOU HEARD
SOME PERFORMER SAY,
GEE, BUT IT'S GREAT
TO BE BACK HERE
ON OLD BROADWAY?
THAT'S SUCH A BORE
AND A BORING CLICHE,
WELL, STEEL YOURSELF
YOU'RE JUST ABOUT TO HEAR IT
AGAIN.
HOW MANY TIMES
HAS THE ORCHESTRA STRUCK
BECAUSE MOCKING THE ENTRANCE
OF ONE OF THOSE TIRED BROADS
SAY SHE'S THRILLED
TO BE BACK ON THE BOARDS?
WELL, SETTLE BACK
AND SIT IT OUT,
THOSE LYRICS
SAY BEYOND A DOUBT
THAT YOU POOR KIDS
ARE JUST ABOUT
TO HEAR IT AGAIN.

BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
THAT TOUCH ON WOOD
OR COULD YOU DIE STREET.
BROADWAY,
I KNOW YOUR CHARMS.
SO NATURALLY
YOUR BABY GIRLBOY
CAME BACK TO YOUR ARMS.
THOUGH IT'S COLD OUT
SHOW ME A SIGN
THAT SAYS WE'RE SOLD OUT
AND SEE ME CLICKIN'
MY HEELS
TO SHOW THE GANG
HOW WARMING IT FEELS
BACK HERE ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
THAT SUICIDE
OR RIDING HIGH STREET.
BROADWAY,
I'M IN A DAZE
THAT'S EVERY NIGHT
AT SEVEN
PLUS THE TWO MATINEES.
MY OH,
ME OH,
TELL ME WE'RE SOCKO
AT THE B.O.
AND SEE ME
MOPPING MY EYES
LIKE I WON
SOME WONDERFUL PRIZE
BACK HERE
ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.

I TELEPHONED MY CRONIES
IN THE LOBBY OF THE LAMBS
THAT I'D BE BACK
ON BROADWAY.
GO POLISH OFF THE TONYS
AND COMPOSE THE TELEGRAMS
BECAUSE I'M BACK
ON BROADWAY.
I TOLD THE GUY
WHO DROVE THE CAB,
I TOLD THE GIRL
WHO SERVED THE STEW,
I TOLD THE MAN
WHO WROTE THE TAB,
I TOLD THE BOY
WHO SHINED MY SHOE,
I'M WORKING UP
A HEAD OF STEAM,
OF COURSE I'M GRINNING
EAR TO EAR,
'CAUSE HEAVEN KNOWS
I HAD A DREAM
AND HEAVEN SENT ME
HERE AGAIN TO:

BROADWAY,
MY STREET,
THAT TOUCH ON WOOD
OR COULD YOU DIE STREET.
SEE ME CLICKING MY HEELS
TO SHOW THE GANG
HOW WARMING IT FEELS
BACK HERE
ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET!