Don't Rain on My Parade

Fanny, can't you see you're making a fool out of yourself?

No, no, this is right for me

But is it right for Nick?

I'll make it right for him

Listen to Fanny, take my advice and don't

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 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 the rose

Of sheer perfection

A freckle on the nose

Of life's complexion

A cinder or 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-coming

I simply gotta march

'Cause I'm 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 sha-bang

One throw, that bell will go, clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot and bam

Hey, Mister Arnstein

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-coming

I simply gotta march

My heart's a drummer

Nobody, no nobody

Is gonna rain on my

Parade