Don't tell me not to live, 
just 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 spin, 
it's me and not you, 
don't bring around a cloud 

to rain on my parade 
I'll march my band out 
I'll beat my drum 
and if I'm fanned out 

you'll turn a 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 of a 

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'm gonna 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 road for the whole shabang 
One toll the bell will go clang, 
Eye on the target and wham 

One shot, one gunshot and bam 
Hey Mr. Einsteen, here I... am.... 
Get ready for me, 
love, 'cause I'm a comer 

I simply gotta march, 
my heart's a drummer 
Nobody 
No No..... body 

Is gonna rain on my..... parade......