Don't Rain On My Parade (From "Funny Girl")

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
 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'll see
 I'm gonna 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 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
 Guess I didn't make it
 Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
 I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
 No, nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!