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
Hey, I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and you see
I 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 shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot
And bam
Hey, Mister Parkley, here I am
I'll march my band out
I will 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 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

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