Here she is, boys!
Here she is, world!
Here's Rose!

Curtain up!
Light the lights!
Play it boys!

You either got it, or you ain't,
And boys, I got it!
You like it?
                                                   Boys:
                                                    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 eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and halleluya,
Mama's gonna show it to ya!

Ready or not, here comes Mama!
Mama's talkin' loud,
Mama's doin' fine.
Mama's gettin' hot,
Mama's goin' strong.
Mama's movin' on.
Mama's all alone,
Mama doesn't care.
Mama's lettin' loose,
Mama's got the stuff,
Mama's lettin' go.
Mama? Mama?
Mama's got the stuff,
Mama's got to move,
Mama's got to go.
Mama? Ma?
Mama's gotta 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 ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of them leaves ya.
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.

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?
Startin' now it's gonna be my turn.
Gang way world, get off of my runway.
Startin' now I bat a thousand.
This time boys I'm takin' 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!
For me!