Momma RoseAnybody that stays home is deadIf I die it won't be from sitting
It will be from fighting to get up and get out!Some people can get a thrillknitting sweaters and sitting still.That's okay for some peoplewho don't know they're alive.
Some people can thrive and bloomliving life in the living room.That's perfect for some peopleof one hundred and five.
But I at least gotta trywhen I think of all the sights that I gotta seeand 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 contentplaying 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 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. Orpheum's officeand he was saying to me, "Rose,get yourselves 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 timeyou'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.
PapaYou ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose.
RoseWell, I'll get it someplace else! But I'll get it! And get my kids out!
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 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.Well, they can stay and rot!But not Rose!