Some People (Demo)

[POP, spoken]
Rose, you dream day and night. Why don't you give up and stay home?

[ROSE, spoken]
Anybody that stays home is dead! And I'm not givin' up till I am.

[ROSE]
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 yet
All the places I gotta play
All the things that I gotta be yet
Come on, Poppa, whaddaya say?

Some pеople can be content
Playing bingo and paying rеnt—
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, Poppa
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, Poppa
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
Photographs in front of the theatre
Get an agent—and in jig time
You'll be being booked in the big time!"

Oh, what a dream
A wonderful dream, Poppa
And all that I need
Is eighty-eight bucks, Poppa
That's what he said, Poppa
Only eighty-eight bucks, Poppa

[POP, spoken]
I ain't got eighty-eight dollars.

[ROSE, spoken]
Make it eighty.

[POP, spoken]
The girls won ten tonight.

[ROSE, spoken]
Seventy.

[POP, spoken]
You've got your alimony checks.

[ROSE, spoken]
Sixty.

[POP, spoken]
Rose, three husbands.

[ROSE, spoken]
Fifty.

[POP, spoken]
Two percent interest.

[ROSE, spoken]
It's a deal!

(sung)
Thanks for the dream
I needed that dream, Poppa

Some people say, "Rose, sit tight—
Sweep all morning and sleep all night"
That's what you get from people
Who've got nothing to give

Some people can sit around
Under glass till they're underground
That's peachy for some people
Who don't know how to live!

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, New York, I'm coming 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!