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,
Oh,Glee  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  Arnstein,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!