Don't Rain On My Parade
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putterLife's candy and the sun's a ball of butterDon't bring around a cloud to rain on my paradeDon't tell me not to fly, I've simply got toIf someone takes a spill, it's me and not youWho told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drumAnd if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sirAt least I didn't fake it hat, sirI guess, I didn't make it but whetherI'm the rose of sheer perfectionOr freckle on the nose of life's complexionThe cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try onceOnly can die once, right, sir?Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you'll seeI'm gonna have my bite, sirGet ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comerI simply gotta march, my heart's a drummerDon't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live nowGet what I want, I know howOne roll for the whole she-bangOne throw, that bell will go clangEye on the target and whamOne shot, one gun shot, and bamHey, Mister Arnstein, here I am
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drumAnd if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sirAt least I didn't fake it, hat, sirGuess I didn't make itGet ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comerI simply gotta march, my heart's a drummerNobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade