Don't tell me not to live
just sit and putta
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
and 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 it's eye..
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once
right sir?
Ooh life is juicy
juicy and you'll 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
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
and 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'm simply gonna march
my heart's a drummer
nobody, no nobody
Is gonna
rain on my...
parade.........