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
Oo 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 role for
the whole shebang
One blow
that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot
One gunshot 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