Tom: A
Introdução:
A
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
E D A
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
A
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
E D A
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
A
I'm marching my band out
I'm beating my drum
D
And if I'm fanned out
B F#
Your turn at bat, sir
A E
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
A
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
E D B
The cinder or the shine apple of an eye
A
I gotta fly once
E
I gotta try once
D A
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
E
Juicy and you see
D A
I gotta have my bite, sir
A
Get ready for me love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
E D A
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
A
I'm gonna live and live now
Bm
Get what I want, I know how
C#
One roll for the whole shebang
Dm
One throw that bell will go clam
Eb
Eye on the target and wam
Em
One shot, one gun shot and bang
A D A
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am...
A
I'm marching my band out
I'm beating my drum
D
And if I'm fanned out
B F#
Your turn at bat, sir
A E
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
E A E
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!