Don't Rain On My Parade

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

Life's candy and the sun's 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'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 Cinderella or the shine apple of it's 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 bit, sir

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

I simply gotta march, my heart's drummer

Don't bring around the could 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, hey, hey, hey world here I am...

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

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

At least 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, no, nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade!