Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun's ball of butter Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told 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 The Cinderella or the shine apple of it's eye I gotta fly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see I gotta have my bit, sir Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer I simply gotta march, my heart's drummer Don't bring around the could to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now! Get what I want, I know how! One roll for the whole shebang! One throw that bell will go clang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gun shot and bam! Hey, hey, hey, hey world here I am...
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't make it 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.
