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 the cloud to rain on my parade
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 fly once I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir? Oh, life 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 the cloud to rain on my parade
Yes, sir No, sir 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 Though 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 life 'cause I'm a comer I simply gotta march; my heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my paradeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
