Chorus 1:
Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway.
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway.
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis,
The daffydils who entertain at Angelo’s and Maxie’s.
When a Broadway baby says “Goodnight,”
It’s early in the morning.
Manhattan babies don’t sleep tight until the dawn:
Goodnight, Baby, goodnight, milkman’s on his way.
Sleep tight, Baby, sleep tight, let’s call it a day.

Chorus 2:
Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway.
The hi–dee–hi and boop–a–doo, the lullaby of Broadway.
The band begins to go to town, and ev’ryone goes crazy.
You rockabye your baby ’round ’til ev’rything gets hazy.
“Hush-a-bye, I’ll buy you this and that,”
You hear a daddy saying.
And baby goes home to her flat to sleep all day:
Goodnight, Baby, goodnight, milkman’s on his way.
Sleep tight, Baby, sleep tight, let’s call it a day.
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway.