 (from Funny Girl)
Music: Jule Styne
Lyrics: Bob Merrill
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to 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
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 a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A 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
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot, and bam!
Hey world, here I am!!!
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!
Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
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