Broadway Melody of 1940 - Musical Numbers

Musical Numbers

  • "Please Don't Monkey with Broadway" - words and music by Cole Porter, sung and danced by Fred Astaire and George Murphy
  • "All Ashore" - words and music by Roger Edens, sung by Eleanor Powell, one of the few times she was ever shown singing with her own voice rather than being overdubbed.
  • "Between You Me" - words and music by Cole Porter, sung by George Murphy, danced by Murphy and Eleanor Powell
  • "I've Got My Eyes on You" - words and music by Cole Porter, sung and danced by Fred Astaire
  • "Jukebox Dance" - words and music by Walter Ruick, danced by Eleanor Powell and Fred Astaire. Powell later said this number was her favorite out of all her filmed dances.
  • "I Concentrate on You" - words and music by Cole Porter, sung by Douglas McPhail, danced by Eleanor Powell and Fred Astaire
  • "Begin the Beguine" - words and music by Cole Porter, sung in two styles as part of the final musical piece in the film. The song is first sung in dramatic style by mezzo-soprano Lois Hodnott (who was also used to dub the vocals for screwball soprano Carmen D'Antonio in the comedy audition sequence Il Bacio in the middle of the movie) on a "topical" set, with Powell, joined by Astaire dancing in side-by-side, their choreography drawing heavily from flamenco dance. Later, after it is sung in what was then contemporary jazz style by The Music Maids, Astaire and Powell tap dance to a big-band accompaniment; the sequence includes a passage in which they tap dance with no musical accompaniment. The big-band/jazz segment was featured in the 1974 documentary That's Entertainment!, which noted in the narration that the film was MGM's last black-and-white musical.
  • "I've Got My Eyes on You (instrumental and choral reprise) - danced by Fred Astaire, Eleanor Powell and George Murphy

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