That rotten little Uncle Jocko. He's as cheap as your grandpa
Well, we're through with kiddie shows. It's time we moved on anyway
I'm gonna get us an agent to book the act on the Orpheum Circuit

Why do you fill 'em with such bunk?

It ain't bunk. If I die, it won't be from sittin'
. It'll be from fightin' to get up and get out!
(Sung)
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
And all the places I gotta play
All the things that I gotta be at
Come on, Papa, what do you say?
Some people cannot 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, Papa
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, Papa
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
Autographs in front of the theater
Get an agent and in jig time
You'll 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
That's what he said, Papa, only eighty-eight bucks

You ain't getting eighty-eight cents from me, Rose

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, I'm a-comin' 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
But they can just let 'em rot
But not Rose!