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
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!
