Lletres: Bette Midler. Mud Will Be Flung Tonight. I'm Singing Broadway.

I'm singing Broadway and I love it
I'm singing Broadway and I'm proud
You can keep your Springsteen

Shove your Chaka
I really don't care for that kind of kaka
Ethel, Liza, Chita, that's my crowd, my crowd

Yes, ah, I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven
'Cause "Heaven" is a song from a Broadway show
Ah, just give me a part that's got laughter and tears
And I'll feel like Yul Brenner for the next thousand years

Ah, Broadway, Broadway
Broadway, Bravo

Ah, who needs a girl who's got fluorescent hair
Or an ugly boy singing off key?
Give me a broad who's got tits out to there
Belching it out to the balcony

Ah, yes, ah, I'm singing Broadway and it's heaven
I'll be singing Broadway till I die
Just tell me what could be better than shaking your buns
In front of a chorus of thirty-five nuns?

I'll climb every mountain
And ford every river I see
A Lady and her muszack
Ha, that's ha, me, yeah