Don't Rain On My Parade (Made Famous by Barbra Streisand)

Dont 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 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?
 Ooh, life is juicy,
 Juicy, and you see
 I gotta have my bite, sir!
 Get ready for me, love,
 cause I'm a commer,
 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 bang,
 One throw, that bell will go clang,
 Eye on the target and wham
 One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
 Hey, Mister Arnstein,
 Here I am!
 I'll march my band out,
 I will 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.
 Get ready for me, love,
 'cause I'm a commer,
 I simply gotta march,
 My heart's a drummer.
 Nobody, no, nobody
 Is gonna rain on my parade!
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