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 the 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 m marching my band out
I m beating 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 shine apple of an 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 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 clam

Eye on the target and wam

One shot, one gun shot and bang


Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am...

I m marching my band out
I m beating 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
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Get ready for me life, cause I m a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart s a drummer

Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!