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 a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye.
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once.
Only I 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 she'll bang !
One throw, that bell will go clang !
Eye on the target and wham !
One shot, one gun shot and bam !
Hey, everybody, here I am !
I'll march my band out ! I'll beat my drum !
And if I'm fanned out, you turn at bat, sir.
I guess I didn't make it. Hat, sir.
At least I didn't fake 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 ! | 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 a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye.
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once.
Only I 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 she'll bang !
One throw, that bell will go clang !
Eye on the target and wham !
One shot, one gun shot and bam !
Hey, everybody, here I am !
I'll march my band out ! I'll beat my drum !
And if I'm fanned out, you turn at bat, sir.
I guess I didn't make it. Hat, sir.
At least I didn't fake 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 !
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