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

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!

I was... trying out for you... New ideas you might wanna use...

You really would have been something, momma!

Do you think so?

If you had someone to push you like I had...

If I could have been... I would have been...

And that's show business!

I guess I did it for me...

Why, momma?

Just wanted to be noticed...

Like I wanted you to notice me!

I still do, momma!

It's OK, momma! OK, Rose!

See... You look like you should speak French!

You're coming to that party with me...

No!

Come on!

Not like this.

Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet.

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!

Specially in mink.

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...

Yes, momma!

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".

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!