Bernadette Peters — Some People Live

[Spoken] When I was thirteen years old, I was on the road with the show Gypsy. And actually, that's where I met Marvin - Marvin Laird, my musical director.  And I played one of the Hollywood blondes, but my bio says I played Dainty June and that's a lie, I have to tell you. I feel really bad. I was only the understudy. My mother put it in there. She thought it sounded much better early on in a career. And I really need to apologize to that girl that played - do you remember her name? The girl that played–? Susie? Her name was Susie. Oh, so disrespectful to your peers, you know? Anyways, if anybody, if anyone knows her, please tell, please apologize for - no, don't, tell her I owe her an apology. And I will change that bio right away, right after this show is over.  Anyway, during the way the show was planned, every night I would end up in the wings during one particular number. And, um, I would stand there and say to myself, one day I've gotta sing this song.  [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 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, Poppa All about June in the Orpheum Circuit Give me 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 theater 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] You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose! [ROSE, spoken] Then I'll get it some place 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 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!