Barbara Streisand Don`t Rain On My Parade Lyrics

Don`t Rain On My Parade Lyrics

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,
Or 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, love 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 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,
I will 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!