Don't Rain on my Parade

by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne



Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.

If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter.

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade.



Chorus: 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,

Or a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,

The Cinderella or the shiny apple of it's 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!

All that the law will allow!

One roll for the whole shebang!

One throw, that bell will go clang!

Tho' I'm alone I'm a gang! Eye on the target and wham!

One shot, one gun shot and bam!



Hey, Mr. Ornstein, here I am!

Chorus

Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a 'comer'

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.

Nobody, No nobody is gonna rain on my parade