Doris Day, Nancy Walker, Phil Silvers and Eddie Foy Jr - Blue Bells of Broadway

DORIS:
The bagpipes of Scotland are hushed in the glen
For Sandy McTavish will nay come home again
He's far from the blue bells that once bloomed so bright
ALL: But the blue bells of Broadway are ringin' tonight

DORIS:
He sits on the bandstand with knees that are bare
The cats crowd around him and, ooh man, how they stare
For Sandy in kilts is a braw bonny sight
ALL: And the blue bells of Broadway are ringin' tonight

DORIS:
He plays a boogie-woogie bagpipe, so cool it's bound to hurt
Each nervous fan yells, "Dig that man in the crazy red skirt!"
The banks of Loch Lomand are lonely today
For Sandy McTavish three thousand miles away,
He's far from the heather that once beamed so bright
ALL: But the blue bells of Broadway are ringin' tonight

DORIS:
Oh where, tell me where, has my heilan' laddie gone
Oh where, tell me where, has my heilan' laddie gone
ALL:
He's gone to join a jazz band upon Fifty-Second Street
And it's there you can hear him introduce that bagpipe beat

(Dance Routine)

He wears a real gone tam o'shanter and tassles on his socks
And when he blows the rhythm grows till the joint really rocks
He squeezes the goatskin and out comes a jive
For Sandy's the hit of the Dipsy Doodle Five,
Since he's blowin' with 'em, the rhythm is right
And the blue bells of Broadway are ringin'
ALL:
The blue bells are ringin' with a bagpipe beat
On Broadway, on Broadway tonight