| Some people can get a thrill, knitting sweaters and sitting still
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| That’s okay for some people don’t know they’re alive
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| Some people can thrive and bloom, living life in a living room
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| That’s perfect for some people 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, All the things that I gotta be at Come on papa, what’d’ya say?
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| Some people can be content, playin' bingo and payin' rent
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| That’s livin' for some people, for some hum-drum people — to-oo be But some people — ain’t me I had a dream, a wonderful dream, papa
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| All about June in the Orpheum circuit
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| Give me a chance, I know I can work it, Uhh, what a dream
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| And it was just as real as could be, papa
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| Well just listen to me, there I was in Mr Orpheum’s office
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| And he was sayin' to me — Rose!
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| Get yourself some new orchestrations, new routines and red velvet curtains
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| Get a feathered hat for the baby, photographed in front of the theatre
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| Get an agent and in jig time, you’ll be bein' booked in the big time
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| Oh what a dream, a wonderful dream, papa
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| And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, Papa, that’s it That’s what he said papa, only eighty-eight bucks, papa
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| It’s uh, yeah, but it’s only eighty-eight bucks
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| It’s not like I’m askin' for a second mortgage on this place
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| What d’ya gettin so crick, why you gettin' crazy, it’s eighty-eight lousy bucks
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| What do you mean I ain’t gettin' eighty-eight cents outta you
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| Well, I’ll get it, and I’ll get my kids — OUT — NOW
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| Goodbye, to blueberry pies, good ridance to all the socials I had to go to
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| All the lodges that I had to play, all the shriners I said hell |