Lyric 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!