Don't Rain On My Parade (from Funny Girl)

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putta
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 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 shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you'll 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 clang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr.
Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out, I beat 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 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 my parade!



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Writer(s): Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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