DON’T RAIN ON MY PARADE - BARBRA STREISAND

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 the rose of sheer perfection Or freckle on the nose of life’s complexion The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye I gotta fly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you’ll see I’m gonna 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 she-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 will beat my drum And if I’m fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn’t fake it, hat, sir 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, is gonna rain on my parade