Don’t Rain On My Parade

Don't tell me not to live
 Just sit and putta
 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 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
 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 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'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