Don't Rain On My Parade

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

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 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



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

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Don't bring around a 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 roll that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham!

One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey Mister 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,oh no nobody, is gonna rain on my parade