Don’t Rain on My Parade

Don’t Rain on My Parade

Barbra Streisand, Funny Girl, 1964.
Lea Michele, Glee, 2009

Composer: Jule Styne

Producer: Bob Merrill

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A    Don’t tell Aaug    me A6not to A    fly, I Caugsimply C6got to.
A    If some Aaug     -one A6takes a A7    spill, it’s A6me and Aaugnot you.
A     Don’t Bmbring aroC#mund a Bm7     cloud to rain on E7my paArade? Aaug A6
A7 A6 Aaug
A    Don’t tell Aaug    me A6not to A     live, just Aaugsit and A6putter.
A     Life’s can Aaug     -dy A6and the A7     sun’s a A6ball of Aaugbutter.
A     Who Bmtold you C#myou’re alBm7lowed to rain on E7my paArade.
Aaug A6
A7     I’ll Aaug7march my D6band out
Em7     I’ll A9beat Aaug9my Ddrum
Dm     And if I’m A6fanned out
Em6     Your F#7turn at Dm6bat, sir,
at least I didn’t fake it…
E7Hat, sir, I Bm7guess,
I didn’t make E7(9b)it.
A     But wheAaug     -ther A6I’m the A     rose of Aaugsheer perA6fection
A     A fre Aaug     -ckle A6on the A7     nose of A6life’s comAaugplexion
A     The Bmcinder C#mor the Bm7     shiny apple E7of its Em6eye F#7
BI gotta Bdimfly once,
I A     gotta Adimtry once,
on E7     -ly can die once, Amaj7right sir? A6
G#Ooh, love is G#dimjuicy,
jui A     -cy and F#m6you see
I G#7     gotta have my C#mbite, Bm7sir… E7
A     Get rea Aaug     -dy A6for me, A     love, cause AaugI’m a A6”comer,”
A     I sim Aaug     -ply A6gotta A7     march, my A6heart’s a Aaugdrummer,
A     don’t Bmbring aroC#mund a Bm7     cloud to rain on E7my paArade Aaug A
A Aaug A6
Fmaj7I’m C9gonFmaj7na live C9and Fmaj7live now –
get C9what Fmaj7I want, C9I kFmaj7now how.
Fmaj7All thC9at Fmaj7the law C9will Fmaj7allow!
Gmaj7One roD9ll fGmaj7or the wD9hole Gmaj7shebang!
One D9throw, Gmaj7that bell D9will Gbmaj7go clang!
Though D9I’m Gmaj7alone D9I’m Gmaj7a gang!
Amaj7Eye E9on tAmaj7he tarE9get aAmaj7nd wham!
One E9shot, Amaj7one gun E9shot aAmaj7nd bam!
DHey, C#world, Dhere C#I Bm7am!
A7     I’ll Aaug7march my D6band out
Em7     I’ll A9beat Aaug9my Ddrum
Dm     And if I’m A6fanned out
Em6     Your F#7turn at Dm6bat, sir,
at least I didn’t fake it…
E7Hat, sir, I Bm7guess, I didn’t make E7(9b)it.
A     Get rea Aaug     -dy A6for me, A     love, cause AaugI’m a A6”comer,”
A#     I sim A#aug     -ply A#6gotta A#7     march, my A#6heart’s a A#augdrummer,
A     nobody, no, F#m7nobody Bm7     is C#m7gonna
Dmaj7rain on Bm7my parade A