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