Don’t Rain on My Parade – simplified

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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    Don’t tell     me not to     fly, I simply got to.
    If some      -one takes a     spill, it’s me and not you.
     Don’t bring around a      cloud to rain on my parade?

    Don’t tell     me not to      live, just sit and putter.
     Life’s can      -dy 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 whe     -ther I’m the      rose of sheer perfection
     A fre      -ckle on the      nose of life’s complexion
     The cinder or the      shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once,

I      gotta try once,
on      -ly can die once, right sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,

jui      -cy and you see
I      gotta have my bite, sir…

     Get rea      -dy for me,      love, cause I’m a ”comer,”
     I sim      -ply gotta      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.

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!

     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.

     Get rea      -dy for me,      love, cause I’m a ”comer,”
     I sim      -ply gotta      march, my heart’s a drummer,
     nobody, no, nobody      is gonna

rain on my parade