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 cloud to rain on my parade Don't tell me not to fly, 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 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 nose of life's complexion The cinder or the shine 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 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,
I'm gonna and live NOW! Get what I want, I know how! One roll for the whole shebang! One throw that bell will clang, Eye on the target and wham, One shot, one gun shot and bam! Hey, Mr. 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 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 rain on my parade!