Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bette Midler
Vocals
Chuck Domanico
Bass Guitar
Ken Wild
Bass Guitar
Armen Ksajikian
Cello
Barbara Hunter
Cello
Christine Ermacoff
Cello
Roger Lebow
Cello
Albie Berk
Drums
Gayle Levant
Harp
Marcia Dickstein
Harp
John Reynolds
Horn
Joe Porcaro
Percussion
Wade Culbreath
Percussion
David Loeb
Piano
Alan Kaplan
Trombone
Alex Iles
Trombone
Phil Teele
Trombone
Gary Grant
Trumpet
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Rob Frear
Trumpet
Dan Neufeld
Viola
Janet Lakatos
Viola
Matthew Fumes
Viola
Barbra Porter
Violin
Endre Granat
Violin
Gwenn Heller
Violin
Haim Shtrum
Violin
Laura Kuennen-Poper
Violin
Patricia Johnson
Violin
Rachel Robinson
Violin
Ralph Morrison III
Violin
Rebecca Barr
Violin
Robert Schumitsky
Violin
Tamara Chang
Violin
Dan Higgins
Woodwinds
Doug Masek
Woodwinds
Gary Foster
Woodwinds
Jon Clarke
Woodwinds
Ron Jannelli
Woodwinds
Steve Kujala
Woodwinds
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jule Styne
Composer
Stephen Sondheim
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Schaper Jr
Recording Engineer
David Ronne
Engineer
Matthew John McFadden
Engineer
Peggy Names
Engineer
Arif Mardin
Producer
Curt Sobel
Producer
Michael Rafter
Producer
Lyrics
Here she is, boys!
Here she is, world!
Here's Rose!
Curtain up!
Light the lights!
Play it, boys!
Ya either got it, or ya ain't
And, boys, I got it!
Ya like it? (Yeah)
Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay
Some people can't even give it away
This people's got it
And this people's spreadin' it around!
You either have it
Or you've had it!
Hello, everybody!
My name is Rose!
What's yours?
How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and hallelujah
Mama's gonna show it to you
Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama
Mama's talkin' loud
Mama's doin' fine
Mama's gettin' hot
Mama's goin' strong
Mama's movin' on
Mama's all alone
Mama doesn't care
Mama's lettin' loose
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's lettin' go
Mama?
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's gotta move
Mama's gotta go
Mama? Mama?
Mama's gotta let go
Why did I do it?
What did it get me?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background
Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you
All your life and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you're battin' zero
I had a dream
I dreamed it for you, June
It wasn't for me, Herbie
And if it wasn't for me
Then where would you be
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything's coming up roses!
Everything's coming up roses
This time for me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Jule Styne
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