Hey whoa, here I am
Hey whoa, 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
Sir, so what, I didn't make it, but
Whether I'm rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of life's completion
The cinder of a shiny apple of its height
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and juicy
I gotta have my bite, sir
So get ready for me, love, cos 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 gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and juicy
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love, cos I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody
I said nobody
Nobody
Had better rain on my parade
Hey!