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. 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 i’m not some old book on a shelf     Some people sit on their butts;     got the dream yeah but not the guts.          That’s ok for some people who don’t know they’re alive           Some people can thrive and bloom    living life in the 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 and all the places I gotta play all the things that I gotta be at. Come on papa what do you 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 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!         (you bet your ass papa!)