All that work and what did it get Why did I do it? Scrapbooks full of me in the background. Give 'em love and what it get ya? What does it get you One quick look as 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
had a dream I dreamed for you, Dad It wasn't for me, Dad And if it wasn't for me then where would you be, Miss Rachel Berry
Well, 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 I bat a thousand! This time, boys I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Kurt coming up Hummel Everything's coming up Kurt This time for me (ha ha ha ha ha) For me! For For me! For me! Fooooor meeeeeee! Yeaaah!