Curtain up
Light the lights
Play it, boys.
You either got it
Or you ain't
And, boys, I got it
You like it?
Yeah!
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 egg rolls,
Mr. goldstone?
Hold your hats
And hallelujah
Mamma's gonna
Show it to ya
Ready or not,
Here comes mamma!
Mamma's talkin' loud
Mamma's doin' fine
Mamma's gettin' hot
Mamma's goin' strong
Mamma's movin' on
Mamma's all alone
Mamma doesn't care
Mamma's lettin' loose
Mamma's got the stuff
Mamma's lettin' go
Mamma!
Mamma's got the stuff
Mamma's got to move
Mamma's got to go
Mamma
Mamma
Mamma's got to 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 you?
What does it get you?
One quick look
As each of 'em leaves you
All your life,
And what does it get you?
"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!
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