Some people can get a thrill
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knitting sweaters and setting still.
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That's okay for some people
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who don't know they're alive.
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Some people can thrive and bloom
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living life in the living room.
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That's perfect for some people
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of one hundred and five.
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But I at least gotta try
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when I think of all the sights that I gotta see
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and all the places I gotta play,
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all the things that I gotta be at.
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Come on, papa, what do you say?
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Some people can be content
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playing bingo and paying rent.
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That's peachy for some people,
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for some hum-drum people to be,
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but some people ain't me!
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I had a dream,
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a wonderful dream, papa,
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all about June in the Orpheum circuit.
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Gimme a chance and I know I can work it.
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I had a dream.
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Just as real as can be, papa.
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There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office
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and he was saying to me, "Rose,
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get yourself some new orchestrations,
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new routines and red velvet curtains.
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Get a feathered hat for the baby;
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photographs in front of the theatre.
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Get an agent and in jig time
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you'll be being booked in the big time."
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Oh, what a dream.
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A wonderful dream, papa.
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And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa.
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That's what he said, papa.
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Only eighty-eight bucks.
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"You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose."
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"Well, I'll get it someplace else! But I'll get it! And get my kids out!"
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Goodbye to blueberry pie.
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Good ridance to all the socials I had to go to,
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all the lodges I had to play,
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all the shriners I said hello to.
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Hey, L.A., I'm comin' your way!
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Some people sit on their butts;
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got the dream, yeah, but not the guts.
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That's living for some people,
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for some hum-drum people I suppose.
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Well, they can stay and rot!
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But not Rose!
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Some People
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Bette Midler |