And the actress is relayed

and the actor comes home late

And the plays have gone down

the crowds have scattered way

Neath the city lights and the street

No ticket could be beat

for the beautiful show of shows

Ah, Broadway only knows

The great white Milky Way

it had something to say

When he fell down on his knees

after soaring through the air

With nothing to hold him there

It was really not so cute

to play without a parachute

As he stood upon the ledge

looking out, he thought he saw a crock



And he hollered: Look, there are the bells

And he said: Now, here come the bells

Here come the bells, here come the bells

Here come the bells



Here come the bells [x4]