Some People — текст песни (Bette Midler)

Some people can get a thrill

Knitting sweaters and setting still.

Thats okay for some people

Who dont know theyre alive.



Some people can thrive and bloom

Living life in the living room.

Thats 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

And all the places I gotta play,

All the things that I gotta be at.

Come on, papa, what do you say?



Some people can be content

Playing bingo and paying rent.

Thats peachy for some people,

For some hum-drum people to be,

But some people aint me!



I had a dream,

A wonderful dream, papa,

All about june in the orpheum circuit.

Gimme a chance and I know I can work it.



I had a dream.

Just as real as can be, papa.

There I was in mr. orpheums 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

Youll be being booked in the big time."



Oh, what a dream.

A wonderful dream, papa.

And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa.

Thats what he said, papa.

Only eighty-eight bucks.



"you aint gettin eighty-eight cents from me, rose."



"well, Ill get it someplace else! but Ill get it! and get my kids out!"



Goodbye to blueberry pie.

Good ridance 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., Im comin your way!



Some people sit on their butts;

Got the dream, yeah, but not the guts.

Thats living for some people,

For some hum-drum people I suppose.

Well, they can stay and rot!

But not rose!