Some People (Demo)

Lyrics

[POP, spoken] Rose, you dream day and night. Why don't you give up and stay home? [ROSE, spoken] Anybody that stays home is dead! And I'm not givin' up till I am.  [ROSE] 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 pеople can be content Playing bingo and paying rеnt— 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, 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 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, Poppa And all that I need Is eighty-eight bucks, Poppa That's what he said, Poppa Only eighty-eight bucks, Poppa [POP, spoken] I ain't got eighty-eight dollars.  [ROSE, spoken] Make it eighty.  [POP, spoken] The girls won ten tonight.  [ROSE, spoken] Seventy.  [POP, spoken] You've got your alimony checks.  [ROSE, spoken] Sixty.  [POP, spoken] Rose, three husbands.  [ROSE, spoken] Fifty.  [POP, spoken] Two percent interest.  [ROSE, spoken] It's a deal! (sung) Thanks for the dream I needed that dream, Poppa Some people say, "Rose, sit tight— Sweep all morning and sleep all night" That's what you get from people Who've got nothing to give Some people can sit around Under glass till they're underground That's peachy for some people Who don't know how to live! 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, New York, I'm coming 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!