Testo della canzone Rose's Turn / Some People / Don't Rain On My Parade (Barbra Streisand), tratta dall'album Back to Brooklyn

Rose's Turn / Some People / Don't Rain On My Parade - Barbra Streisand

Julie composed a brilliant score with lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
For what many consider to be the greatest Broadway musical ever written, Gypsy
It tells the story of Mama Rose
Who spent years trying to make her daughters famous, right?
But, really, she wanted to be famous herself
And one by one they walk out on her
Then she's left alone with her unfulfilled dreams

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 you?
What does it get you?
One quick look as each of them leaves you
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you're battin' zero

I had a dream
A wonderful dream, papa
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
Not like some old book on a shelf

Some people sit on their butts
Got the dream, yeah, but not the guts
And that's okay for some people
Who don't know they're alive

Some people can thrive and bloom, yeah!
Living life in the living room, well
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?
I'll tell ya' what I say

I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam!

Hey, look at me, world
Here I am

I'll march my band out, woo!
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it

Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

You bet you're ass, papa!

Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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