Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Japan
Interprète
David Sylvian
Chant
Mick Karn
Guitare basse
Steve Jansen
Batterie
Richard Barbieri
Claviers
Rob Dean
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jule Styne
Composition
Bob Merrill
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ray Singer
Production
Pete Silver
Ingénierie
Paroles
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 a cloud around
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
And I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, Sir
At least I didn't fake it
Your hat, Sir
I nearly didn't make it
Maybe I'm just a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder of a shiny apple of its eye
I've gotta fly once
I've gotta try once
Only can die once
Right, Sir
Love is juicy
Juicy and I'll say
I've gotta have my bite, Sir
Look out love
Oh babe I'm coming
Don't tell me not to march
My heart's a drummer
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want I know how
One throw for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
High on the target and wham
One shot one gun shot and bam
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy
And the sun's of ball of butter
Don't bring a cloud
Around 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
Written by: Bob Merrill, Jule Styne