Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'm marching my band out
I'm beating 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
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shine apple of an eye
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"
Don't bring around the 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 clam
Eye on the target and wam
One shot, one gun shot and bang
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am
I'm marching my band out
I'm beating 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
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!