Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade

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?
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 eggrolls, 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' stong
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! Yeah!
[Rose takes the silent bows as Gypsy enters and applauds]
[Rose:]
I was...trying out for you...New ideas you might wanna use...
[Gypsy:]
You really would have been something, momma!
[Rose:]
Do you think so?
[Gypsy:]
If you had someone to push you like I had...
[Rose:]
If I could have been...I would have been...
And that's show business!
I guess I did it for me...
[Gypsy:]
Why, momma?
[Rose:]
Just wanted to be noticed...
[Gypsy:]
Like I wanted you to notice me!
I still do, momma!
[They embrace each other. Rose cries]
[Gypsy:]
It's OK, momma! OK, Rose!
[Rose:]
See... You look like you should speak French!
[Gypsy:]
You're coming to that party with me...
[Rose:]
No!
[Gypsy:]
Come on!
[Rose:]
Not like this
[Gypsy:]
Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet
[Rose:]
Well, maybe just for an hour or two...Hey, it looks better on me than it
Does on you. Funny how we can both wear the same size!
[Gypsy:]
Specially in mink
[Rose:]
You know...I had a dream last night. There was a big poster of a mother
And daughter, like the covers of the ladies magazines...
[Gypsy:]
Yes, momma!
[Rose:]
Only it was you and me wearing exactly the same gowns. It was an add for
Minsky, and the headline said: "MADAM ROSE... AND HER DAUGHTER GYPSY"
[They laugh, embrace each other and leave. Rose stops for a while and
Take one last look at the stage as if she said good-bye.]
[Don't Rain On My Parade]
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out
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!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you'll see
I'm gonna have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
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, Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out
I will 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!

Curiosidades sobre a música Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade de Barbra Streisand

Quando a música “Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade” foi lançada por Barbra Streisand?
A música Rose’s Turn / Some People / Don’t Rain On My Parade foi lançada em 2013, no álbum “Back To Brooklyn”.

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