Don`t Rain On My Parade (Funny Girl) — текст песни (Michael Ball)

(Bob Merrill/Jule Styne)


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 the rose of sheer perfection,
Or a freckle on the nose of life`s complexion,
The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye.
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once.
Only I 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 she`ll bang!
One throw, that bell will go clang!
Eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun shot and bam!


Hey, everybody, here I am!
I`ll march my band out! I`ll beat my drum!
And if I`m fanned out, you turn at bat, sir.
I guess I didn`t make it. Hat, sir.
At least I didn`t fake 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!