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



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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 cinder or the shiny apple of its eye



I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right sir?

Love is juicy, juicy and you see

I've got to have my bite sir



Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer

I've simply got to 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 gunshot and bam

Hey Mr. Arnstein, here I am!



CHORUS



Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer

I've simply got to march my heart's a drummer

Nobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade