Some People Lyrics - Singles - Gypsy

Anybody that stays home is dead 

If I die it won't be from sitting 

Itll be from fighting to get up and get out 

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 the 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 can 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 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 office 

And 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 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 gettin' eighty-eight cents from me Rose 

Then 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