Beleza Americana - Don't 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

Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to leave

Just sit and putter

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter

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

A Cinderella or a 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

Yes, sir

No, sir

I'm gonna live and live now

Get what I want, I know how

All that the law will allow

One roll for the whole shebang

One throw that bell will go clang

Though I'm alone I'm a gang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey, world, here I am...

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!