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 a 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?
Ooh life is juicy
juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite sir!
Get ready for me love
'cause I'm a commer
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 she bang
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
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 commer
I simply gotta march
my heart's a drummer
nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain
on my parade!