Don't Rain On My Parade Lyrics - Singles - Deborah Gibson

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 

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 freckle on the nose of life's complexion 

The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye 

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once 

Only can die once, right sir? 

Love is juicy, juicy and you see 

I've got to have my bite sir 

Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer 

I've simply got to 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 Mr. Arnstein, here I am! 

CHORUS 

Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer 

I've simply got to march my heart's a drummer 

Nobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade