Deborah Gibson - Don't Rain On My Parade Lyrics
Don't tell me not to live just sit and putterLife's candy and the sun's a ball of butterDon't bring around a cloud to rain on my paradeDon't tell me not to fly I've simply got toIf someone takes a spillIt's me and not youWho told you you're allowed to rain on my paradeCHORUS:I'll march my band outI'll beat my drumAnd if I'm fanned outYour turn at bat sirAt least I didn't fake itHat sir, I guess I didn't make itBut whether I'm the rose of sheer perfectionOr freckle on the nose of life's complexionThe cinder or the shiny apple of its eyeI gotta fly once, I gotta try onceOnly can die once, right sir?Love is juicy, juicy and you seeI've got to have my bite sirGet ready for me love cause I'm a comerI've simply got to march my heart's a drummerDon't bring around a cloud to rain on my paradeI'm gonna live and live nowGet what I want I know howOne roll for the whole shebangOne throw that bell will go clangEye on the target and whamOne shot, one gunshot and bamHey Mr. Arnstein, here I am!CHORUSGet ready for me love cause I'm a comerI've simply got to march my heart's a drummerNobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade
