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 bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to live Just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun is a ball of butter Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?
I'm gonna march my band out I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out Your turn at bat, sir Hey at least I didn't fake it, perhaps, sir So what? 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 of a shiny apple of its eye I gotta fly once I gotta try once Only can die once, right sir? Ooh, love is juicy Juicy and you see I gotta have my bite, sir
So get ready for me love 'Cause I'm a-comin' I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I gotta fly once I gotta try once Only can die once, right sir? Ooh, love is juicy Juicy and you see I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a-comin' I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, I said nobody, Nobody had better rain on my parade! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
