Don't tell me not to live to 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 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 drums 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
Or the cinder of the shiny apple of his eye
Hey, I gotta fly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, life 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 bang
Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gunshot and bam
Hey, Mr. Polly, here I am
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drums 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 our parade