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Some people can get a thrill
Knitting sweaters and sitting still
That's okay for some people
Who don't know they're alive
Some people can thrive and bloom
Living life in a living room
That's perfect for some people
Of one hundred and five
But I at least gotta try
When I think of all the sights that I gotta see
And all the places I gotta play
All the things that I gotta be
Yeah, come on, papa, whaddaya say?
Some people can be content
Playing bingo and paying rent
That's peachy for some people
For some hum-drum people to be
But some people ain't me
I had a dream
A wonderful dream, papa
All about June and the Orpheum circuit
Give me a chance and I know I can work it
I had a dream
Just as real as can be, papa
There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office
And he was saying to me, "Rose
Get yourself some new orchestrations
New routines and red velvet curtains
Get a feathered hat for the baby
Photographs in front of the theater
Get an agent, and in jig time
You'll be being booked in the big time."
Oh, what a dream
A wonderful dream, papa
And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa
That's what he said, papa
Only eighty-eight bucks
You ain't getting eight cents from me, Rose
Then I'll get it someplace else
But I'll get it, and I'll get my kids out
(Sung)
Goodbye to blueberry pie
Good riddance to all the socials I had to go to
All the lodges I had to play
All the Shriners I said hello to
Hey, L.A., I'm coming your way
Some people sit on their butts
Got the dream, yeah, but not the guts
That's living for some people
For some hum-drum people, I suppose
Well, they can stay and rot