hey hey old man it's time for you to shut up!



who the hell are you?



Honey, don't you know what time it is? Check your watch, take your bow and get the hell out. Hit it!



Now the show's wrapping up

You know what that means

No matter the plot the sets or the scenes

it's a broadway tradition

if the show needs some bling

for someone like me to come out and sing



(take it home kid)



Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh

ha cha cha cha cha

Yes I have just one question

that i'll ask if I may

why the hell did they name it the great white way

cause if you want a hit

learn what Sondheim doesn't know

and let a big black lady stop the show



next the audience will stand

nobody ever dares walk out

when a big bold mama starts to wail and shout

if your something something

and your ticket sales are slow

let a big black lady stop the show



(Conversation)



you know the show is almost over

seems your star has up and died

he sure sounds like a ...

so white folks step aside



and you break out the organ

(more on its way...)



[Thanks to Alyssa! for lyrics]

Here are the complete lyrics best as I could understand them from the CD.  Still missing a couple lines at the Julie Andrews part.  If anyone knows what those are, please feel free to correct.
--John

 Now the show's wrapping up
And you know what that means,
No matter the plots,
The sets or the scenes,
It's a Broadway tradition
If your show needs some bling
For someone like me
To come out and sing.

(take it home kid)

Yes, I have just one question
Which I'll ask if I may
Why the hell did they name it
The "Great White Way?"
Cause if you want a hit 
Learn what Sondheim doesn't know 
And let a Big Black Lady stop the show.

Yes the audience will stand
Nobody ever dares walk out
When a big old mamma starts to wail and shout
If your plots running thin
And your ticket sales are slow
Let a Big Black Lady stop the show.

"Can I sing something from Toska?"
No it has to have some grit
"Can I dance a dream ballet?"
Oh please don't bore us with that shit.
You know the show is almost over
Seems your star has up and died
It sure sounds like a queue to me,
So white folks step aside.

And just break out the organ
Go and grab your tambourine,
Marty Short go have a coffee
And I'll go get Ben Verene.
All I ever gets to plays 
Are goddamn maids or tacky hos
But at least I get to stop the show

Now if old Julie Andrews had a black maid in that play
Well then, My Fair Lady would be still running today
There won't be one seat left
You'll be strictly SRO
If a big black lady stops the show

Now will somebody please explain 
Why whether gospel or some blues
These songs are always written 
By some old fart white gay Jews
That's because they love that music
And the way their profits grow
When a Big Black Lady stops the show

"Well, can I sing some folk?"
You're better off with R&B
"Well, can we clap along?"
Alright, but not on 1 and 3.
If you need some body humor
Or a dose of righteous rage
Lose that pale face Sutton Foster
And put me center stage

So short here's the deal,
If you promise not to lie and just be yourself
We'll sing you back
If not, then to hell with you
What's it going to be?

I'll take that as a yes.

And I'll tell you all 
You've got the power
You've got the power
To bring Marty Back
Yes, bring him back
Just Clap your hands
Clap your hands
"I'm alive I'm aglow"
Can we share one last riff before I go?

(sing-off, Marty quacks like a duck and is shot)

Yes, a Big Black Lady stops the show
Oh oh oh
Yes, a Big Black Lady stops the show
Wooh wooh wooh wooh
Yes a Big Black Lady stops the show…




                          Thanks to Cars for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to josie for correcting these lyrics