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   All the places I gotta play   All the things 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 theater   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   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 shruners 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