Dont Rain On My Parade Lyrics - 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!