Dont Rain On My Parade — текст песни (misc)

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!