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,
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The Cinderella or a shine apple of it's 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.

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