All that work and what did it get me?
Why did I do it?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get you
One quick look as each 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
I had a dream
I dreamed it 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, someone tell me, when is it my turn
Don't I get a dream for myself
Starting now it's gonna be my turn.
Gangway, world, get off of my runway
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Kurt
Everything's coming up Hummel
Everything's coming up Kurt
This time for me (ha ha ha ha ha)
For me!
For me!
For me!
For me!
Fooooor meeeeeee!
Yeaaah!
Michael Bublé:
