Lyrics Martine McCutcheon – Don’t 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

Don’t tell me not to leave
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

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
A freckle on the nose of life’s complexion
A Cinderella or a shine apple of an eye
I gotta try once
I gotta fly once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you’ll 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 the cloud to rain on my parade

I’m gonna live and live now

Hey, Mr, here I am…

How much ?
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!