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'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 Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion The cinder on the 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.
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! All that the law will allow! One roll for the whole shebang! One throw, that bell will go clang! Tho' I'm alone I'm a gang! Eye on the target and wham! One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, world, here I am! Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a "comer". I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, no nobody Is gonna rain on my parade.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
