Rose’s Turn Songtext
von Bette Midler
Rose’s Turn Songtext
Here she is, boys!
Here she is, world!
Here′s Rose!
Curtain up!
Light the lights!
Play it, boys!
Ya either got it, or ya ain't
And, boys, I got it!
Ya like it? (Yeah)
Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay
Some people can′t even give it away
This people's got it
And this people's spreadin′ it around!
You either have it
Or you′ve had it!
Hello, everybody!
My name is Rose!
What's yours?
How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and hallelujah
Mama′s gonna show it to you
Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama
Mama's talkin′ loud
Mama's doin′ fine
Mama's gettin' hot
Mama′s goin′ strong
Mama's movin′ on
Mama's all alone
Mama doesn′t care
Mama's lettin′ loose
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's lettin′ go
Mama?
Mama′s got the stuff
Mama's gotta move
Mama′s gotta go
Mama? Mama?
Mama's gotta let go
Why did I do it?
What did it get me?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background
Give ′em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you
All your life and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you′re battin' zero
I had a dream
I dreamed it for you, June
It wasn't for me, Herbie
And if it wasn′t for me
Then where would you be
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don′t I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I′m taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything′s coming up roses!
Everything's coming up roses
This time for me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
Here she is, world!
Here′s Rose!
Curtain up!
Light the lights!
Play it, boys!
Ya either got it, or ya ain't
And, boys, I got it!
Ya like it? (Yeah)
Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay
Some people can′t even give it away
This people's got it
And this people's spreadin′ it around!
You either have it
Or you′ve had it!
Hello, everybody!
My name is Rose!
What's yours?
How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and hallelujah
Mama′s gonna show it to you
Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama
Mama's talkin′ loud
Mama's doin′ fine
Mama's gettin' hot
Mama′s goin′ strong
Mama's movin′ on
Mama's all alone
Mama doesn′t care
Mama's lettin′ loose
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's lettin′ go
Mama?
Mama′s got the stuff
Mama's gotta move
Mama′s gotta go
Mama? Mama?
Mama's gotta let go
Why did I do it?
What did it get me?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background
Give ′em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you
All your life and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you′re battin' zero
I had a dream
I dreamed it for you, June
It wasn't for me, Herbie
And if it wasn′t for me
Then where would you be
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don′t I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I′m taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything′s coming up roses!
Everything's coming up roses
This time for me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Jule Styne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com