Barbra Streisand - Roses turn some people dont rain on my parade

^G/F#Why did I do it? What did it get me^G? Scrapbooks full of me in^G/A the background.

One quick look as each of 'em l^G/Beaves you. Thanks a lot and out with the^G/Db garbage,

^G/AI had a dream.a wonderfu^A/Gl dream papa ^A/F And if it wasn't^D for me th^Een where would you be, Mis^F#s Gypsy Rose^G Lee? ^{A B C#} W^D/Aell, someone tell me, when is it my turn? Don't I get a dream for myself? ^C/GStarting now it's gonna be my turn, i’m not some old ^Edim/Ebbook on a shelf ^Eb

^DmSome people sit on t^E7#5heir butt^A7#5s; ^{A7 D7#5}got the dream,^G13 yeah, but n^G7ot t^C7#5he gu^Dm6ts. ^{Bbm E} Th^Fat^D/F#'s ok f^Gm7or some p^Bdim/G#eople, ^F/Awho don^F+/A’t know they’re alive ^{Edim A7}

^DmSome people can thri^E7#5ve and bl^A7#5oom ^{A7 D7#5}living life in^G13 the living ^G7room^C7#5. ^{Dm6 Bbm E} Th^Fat^D/F#'s perf^Gm7ect for s^Bdim/G#ome people ^F/Aof one ^F+/Ahundred and f^Gm6ive. ^C7

^FsusBut I a^Ft least gotta try ^Bm7 when I think of, all^E9 the^A sights that I gotta see

^Gm6all the things that I gotta be at. Come ^Edim/Ebon, papa, what do you say? ^Eb

^Fmaj7I'm go^C9nna^Fmaj7 live ^C9and^Fmaj7 live now, ^Fmaj7Get wh^C9at ^Fmaj7I want^C9--I^Fmaj7 know how, ^Gmaj7One rol^D9l f^Gmaj7or the ^D9who^Gmaj7le shebang, ^Gmaj7One thr^D9ow,^Gmaj7 that b^D9ell^Gmaj7 will go clang, ^Amaj7Eye on^E9 th^Amaj7e targ^E9et-^Amaj7-and wham— ^Amaj7One sh^E9ot,^Amaj7 one g^E9un ^Amaj7shot, and bam—

Hey, look at ^D/Eme world, ^G/Ehere ^G/AI am! ^{A A}I'll march my b^A7#5and out,^D6 Em7 A9 A9#5 D I will beat my drum, ^DmAnd if I'm fanne^A6d out, ^Em7Your t^F#7urn at ^Dm6bat, sir,

^D6Hat, sir, I guess^Bm7 I didn't make it^E7b9. ^AGet rea^A+dy for ^A6me, lov^Ae, 'Cause I'm a^A+ "comer," ^A6 Bb Bb+ Bb6 Bb7 I simply gotta march, Bb6 Bb+ My heart's a drummer. Nobod^Ay, no, ^F#mnobody ^Bm Is go^Dbmnna ra^Dmajin on ^F#/C#my B B+ B6 B7 x3 parade! (you bet your ass papa!)