All that work and what did it me? Why did I do it? Scrapbooks full of me in the background. Give 'em love and what does it get ya? does it get you One quick look as each of leaves you. All your life and what 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 me then 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 it's gonna be my turn. Gangway, world, get off of my runway Starting now I bat a This time, boys I'm taking the bows
Everything's coming up Kurt Everything's coming up Hummel Everything's coming up Kurt This for me (ha ha ha ha ha) For me! For me! For me! For me! Fooooor meeeeeee! Yeaaah!