Barbra Streisand - Roses Turn Some People Dont Rain On My Parade

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

Give 'em love and what does it get ya? What does it get ya?
                                G/B
One quick  look as each of 'em leaves you.
                             G/Db
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,

They take bows and you're battin' zero.
G/A                     A/G                   A/F
I had a dream.a wonderful dream papa 
                D         E                         F#          G         A      B   C# 
And if it wasn't for me then where would you be, Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
 D/A 
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn? Don't I get a dream for myself?
C/G                                                  Edim/Eb            Eb
Starting now it's gonna be my turn, i’m not some old book on a shelf 


Dm                  E7#5     A7#5  A7
Some people sit on their butts;
D7#5          G13         G7  C7#5 Dm6    Bbm  E
got the dream, yeah, but not the guts.
  F D/F#   Gm7      Bdim/G#
That's ok for some people,
F/A    F+/A                   Edim    A7
who don’t know they’re alive

Dm                  E7#5     A7#5  A7
Some people can thrive and bloom
D7#5          G13         G7  C7#5 Dm6    Bbm  E
living life in the living room.
  F D/F#   Gm7      Bdim/G#
That's perfect for some people
F/A    F+/A         Gm6     C7
of one hundred and five.

Fsus   F                 Bm7
But I at least gotta try
                    E9  A
when I think of, all the sights that I gotta see

and all the places I gotta play,
Gm6
all the things that I gotta be at. 
     Edim/Eb                     Eb
Come on, papa, what do you say?


Fmaj7 C9 Fmaj7 C9 Fmaj7
I'm gonna live and live now,
Fmaj7 C9 Fmaj7 C9 Fmaj7
Get what I want--I know how,
Gmaj7  D9 Gmaj7  D9 Gmaj7
One roll for the whole shebang,
Gmaj7  D9 Gmaj7  D9 Gmaj7
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Amaj7 E9 Amaj7 E9 Amaj7
Eye on the target--and wham—
Amaj7 E9 Amaj7 E9 Amaj7
One shot, one gun shot, and bam—

             D/E       G/E  G/A   A
Hey, look at me world, here I am!
A              A7#5    D6
I'll march my band out,
Em7 A9  A9#5  D
I will beat my drum,
Dm              A6  
And if I'm fanned out,
Em7   F#7    Dm6
Your turn at bat, sir,

At least I didn't fake it.
D6               Bm7              E7b9
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.

A      A+     A6     A
Get ready for me, love,
            A+          A6
'Cause I'm a "comer,"
Bb       Bb+   Bb6    Bb7
I simply gotta march,
               Bb6        Bb+  
My heart's a drummer.
     A      F#m          Bm
Nobody, no, nobody
     Dbm   Dmaj  F#/C#       
Is gonna rain on my 
B   B+   B6    B7  x3
parade!
(you bet your ass papa!)