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?

Oh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see

I'm gonna 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 throw, 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, no, nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade