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 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 roll that bell will go clang    Eye on the target and wham!    One shot, one gun shot and bam    Hey Mister Arnstein, here I am!       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       Get ready for me love, cause I'm a "comer"    I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer    Nobody,oh no nobody, is gonna rain on my parade