Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade

Barbra Streisand - Pop, Medley
Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade
3 Plays
Duration: 4:05
Lyrics
[Part I: Rose's Turn] [Intro] Jule composed a, a brilliant score With lyrics by Stephen Sondheim For what many consider to be The greatest Broadway musical ever written, Gypsy It tells the story of Mama Rose Who spent years trying to make her daughters famous, right? But really, she wanted to be famous herself And one by one they walk out on her And she's left alone with her unfulfilled dreams [Verse 1] 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 you? What does it get you? One quick look as each of them leaves you! Thanks a lot, and out with the garbage They take bows and you're battin' zero! [Bridge] I have a dream— A wonderful dream, Papa And if it wasn't for me Then where would you be Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?! [Verse 2] 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 Not like some old book on a shelf [Part II: Some People] [Verse 1] Some people sit on their butts Got the dream—yeah, but not the guts And that's okay for some people Who don't know they're alive [Verse 2] Some people can thrive and bloom Yeah, living life in a living room Well, that's perfect for some people Of one hundred and five [Bridge] 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, Papa, whaddaya say? I'll tell ya what I'll say [Part III: Don't Rain On My Parade] [Bridge] I'm gonna live and live now Get what I want, I know how One roll for the whole shebang One throw, that bell will go clang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one rim shot and bam Hey, look at me, world, here I am [Verse] I'll march my band out (Woo) I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out Your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it [Chorus] Get ready for me, love 'Cause I'm a comer I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade You bet your ass, Papa!
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Credits
- Writers
- Jule Styne
- Stephen Sondheim
- Bob Merrill