Don't Rain on My Parade

Hey world, here I am... Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Don't bring around a cloud to 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 Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'm gonna march my band out I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out Your turn at bat sir Hey! At least I didn't fake it Hat sir? So what 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 shin the apple of its eye I gotta fly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right sir? Ohh... Love is juicy, juicy and you see I've got to have my bite sir. So get ready for me love cause I'm a comer I've simply got to march my heart's a drummer Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade I gotta fly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right sir? Ohh... Love is juicy, juicy and you see I've got to have my bite sir. Get ready for me love cause I'm a comin I've simply got to march my heart's a drummin Nobody. I said nobody. Nobody - had better rain-on-my-parade...