Michael Ball - Don't Rain On My Parade Lyrics
(bob merrill/jule styne)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 a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,The cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye.I gotta fly once, i gotta try once.Only i can die once. right, sir?Ooh... life is juicy. juicy and you seeI gotta have my bite, sir.Get ready for me, love, 'cause i'm a comer.I simply 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!One roll for the whole she'll bang!One throw, that bell will go clang!Eye on the target and wham!One shot, one gun shot and bam!Hey, everybody, here i am!I'll march my band out! i'll beat my drum!And if i'm fanned out, you turn at bat, sir.I guess i didn't make it. hat, sir.At least i didn't fake it.Get ready for me, love, 'cause i'm a comer.I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.Nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade!
