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

Or 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?

Love is juicy, juicy and you see

I've got to have my bite sir

Get ready for me love

'Cause I'm a comer

I've simply got to 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 throw that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gunshot 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've simply got to march

My heart's a drummer

Nobody, no nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade