Don't Rain On My Parade

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade



Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to

If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?



I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir

I guess I didn't make it



But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection

A freckle on the nose of life's complexion

The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye



I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see

I gotta have my bite, sir



And get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade



I'm gonna live and live now

Get what I want, I know how

One roll for the whole shebang

One throw, that bell will go clang



Eye on the target, and wham

One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am



I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir

I guess I didn't make it



Get ready for me love 'cause I'm a comer

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Nobody don't, nobody is gonna rain on my parade