Dont tell me not to live just sit and putter
Lifes candy and the suns a ball of butter
Dont bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

Dont tell me not to fly Ive simply got to
If someone takes a spill
Its me and not you
Who told you youre allowed to rain on my parade

Chorus:
Ill march my band out
Ill beat my drum
And if Im fanned out
Your turn at bat sir
At least I didnt fake it
Hat sir, I guess I didnt make it

But whether Im the rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of lifes 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
Ive got to have my bite sir

Get ready for me love cause Im a comer
Ive simply got to march my hearts a drummer
Dont bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

Im 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 Im a comer
Ive simply got to march my hearts a drummer
Nobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade

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