Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
Michael Feinstein
I had a dream, a dream about you, baby
It's gonna come true, baby
They think that we're through, but baby
You'll be swell! You'll be great!
Gonna have the whole world on the plate!
Starting here, starting now
Honey, everything's coming up roses!
Clear the decks! Clear the tracks!
You've got nothing to do but relax
Blow a kiss. Take a bow
Honey, everything's coming up roses!
Now's your inning. Stand the world on it's ear!
Set it spinning! That'll be just the beginning!
Curtain up! Light the lights!
You got nothing to hit but the heights!
You'll be swell. You'll be great
I can tell. Just you wait
That lucky star I talk about is due!
Honey, everything's coming up roses for me and for you!
You can do it, all you need is a hand
We can do it, Mama is gonna see to it!
Curtain up! Light the lights!
We got nothing to hit but the heights!
I can tell, wait and see
There's the bell! Follow me!
And nothing's gonna stop us 'til we're through!
Honey, everything's coming up roses and daffodils!
Everything's coming up sunshine and Santa Claus!
Everything's gonna be bright lights and lollipops!
Everything's coming up roses for me and for you!
Gypsy Medley, Everything’s Coming Up Roses was written by Jule Styne & Stephen Sondheim.