All work and what did it get me? Why did I do it? Scrapbooks full of me in background. Give 'em love and what does it get ya? What does it get you One quick look each of 'em leaves you. All your life and what does it get ya? Thanks a lot and with the garbage, They take bows and you're battin zero
I had a dream I dreamed it for you, Dad It wasn't for me, And if it wasn't for me where would you be, Miss Rachel Berry
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn Don't I get a dream for myself Starting now gonna be my turn. Gangway, world, get off of my runway Starting now I bat a thousand! This time, boys taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Kurt Everything's coming up Hummel Everything's coming up This for me (ha ha ha ha ha) For me! For me! For me! For me! Fooooor meeeeeee! Yeaaah!