[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 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, 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]
You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose!
[ROSE, spoken]
Then I'll get it someplace else—but I'll get it and get my kids out!
(sung)
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 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!