Some People

That rotten little Uncle Jocko

He's as cheap as your grandpa

Well, we're through with kiddie shows

This is time we moved on, anyway

I'ma get us an agent

To book the act on the Orpheum Circuit

Why do you fill 'em with such bunk?

It ain't bunk

If I die, it won't be from sittin'

It'll be from fightin' to get up and get out

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 yet

All the places I gotta play

All the things that I gotta be yet

Come on, Poppa, whaddaya say?

Some people can be content

Playing bingo and paying rent

That's peachy for some people

For some humdrum people to be

But some people ain't me

I had a dream

A wonderful dream, Poppa

All about June and the Orpheum Circuit

Gimme a chance and I know I can work it

I had a dream

Just as real as can be, Poppa

There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office

And he was sayin' 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, Poppa

And all that I need

Is eighty-eight bucks, Poppa

That's what he said, Poppa

Only eighty-eight bucks

You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose

Then I'll get it someplace else

But I'll get it and get my kids out

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 livin' for some people

For some humdrum people I suppose

Well, they can stay and rot

But not Rose