Why did I do it?
What did it get me?
Scrapbooks filled with me in the background
Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of them 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 batting 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 Rose
This time for me!
For me! For me! For me! For me! For me!
... For me!