Don't you 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 and 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

Or a freckle on the nose of life's complexion

The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye

Oh, oh I've gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only I can die once, right, sir?

Ooh love is juicy, juicy and you'll see

I'm 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 she'll bang

One throw, that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey everybody, here I am

I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir

I guess I didn't make it, hat sir

At least I didn't fake it

Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

And nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade, parade