don't rain on my parade

don't tell me not to live

just sit and putter

life's candy and the sun's

a ball of butter. don't bring around a cloud

to rain on my parade. don't tell me not to fly--

i've simply got to. if someone takes a spill

it's me and not you. 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

or freckle on the nose

of life's complexion

the cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

i gotta fly once

i gotta try once

only can die once

right

sir?

ooh

life is juicy

juicy

and you'll see

i'm gonna have my bite

sir!

get ready for me

love

'cause i'm a comer