Don`t Rain On My Parade lyrics
(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)
Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got
to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Don't bring around the
cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to leave Just sit and
putter Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter 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 A
Cinderella or a shine apple of an 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
"comer" I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Don't bring around
the cloud to rain on my parade
Yes, sir No, sir I'm gonna live and
live now Get what I want, I know how All that the law will allow One
roll for the whole shebang One throw that bell will go clang Though I'm
alone I'm a gang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gun shot and
bam
Hey, world, here I am... Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a
"comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody, is
gonna rain on my parade!
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