(jule styne/bob merrill)

Dont tell me not to fly
Ive simply got to
If someone takes a spill
Its me and not you
Dont bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Dont tell me not to leave
Just sit and putter
Lifes candy and the suns a ball of butter
Who told you youre allowed to rain on my parade

Ill march my band out
Ill beat my drum
And if Im fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didnt fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didnt make it

But whether Im the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of lifes complexion
A cinderella or a shine apple of an 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 bite, sir

Get ready for me love
cause Im a comer
I simply gotta march
My hearts a drummer
Dont bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Yes, sir
No, sir
Im 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 Im alone Im 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 Im a comer
I simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!