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 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 yourselves 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
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 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!