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