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 'round
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 not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
And I'll beat my drum
And if I'm spammed out
Your turn at bat sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat sir
Nearly didn't make it
Maybe I'm just a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder of a shiny apple of it's eye
I've gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once
Right, sir?
Love is juicy, juicy and I'll say
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Well, look out love oh babe I'm coming
Don't tell me not to march
My heart's a drummer
Who told you you're allowed
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
High on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot and bam!
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, not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade
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