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 them leaves you All your life and what does it get you? Thanks a lot and out with the garbage They take bows and you're batting 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 by 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, hahaha For me, for me, for me, for me, for me For me, yeah