Music: Jule Styne

Lyrics: Bob Merrill



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've 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 a rose of sheer perfection

A freckle on the nose of life's complexion

A cinder on the shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once

I gotta try once

Only can die once

"Right, sir?"

Ooh, love 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 throw that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gunshot, and bam!

Hey world, 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, no, nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade!!!




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