Don't Rain On My Parade {from Funny Girl} Lyrics - Linda Eder

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 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?" 

Oh, 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! 

[Chorus] 

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!