Lyric Don t Rain On My Parade

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

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
A freckle on the nose of life s complexion
A Cinderella or a shine apple of an 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 the cloud to rain on my parade

Yes, sir
No, sir
I m gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
All that the law will allow
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Though I m alone I m a gang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey, world, here I am...
Get ready for me life, cause I m a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart s a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!