Some People

Some people can get a thrill

Knitting sweaters and setting still

That's okay for some people

Who don't know they're alive

Some people can thrive and bloom

Living life in the 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 at

Come on, papa, what do you 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 in the Orpheum circuit

Gimme 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 theatre

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 gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose."

"Well, I'll get it someplace else! But I'll get it! And get my kids out!"

Goodbye to blueberry pie

Good ridance 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 comin' 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!

But not Rose!