DONT RAIN ON MY PARADE BARBRA STREISAND

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