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 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 side
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
only can die once, right, sir
Food life is juicy,
juicy, and you 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 shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Onsteen, here I am
I'll march my band out
I'll feed my straw
And if I'm fanned out
You'll turn at bats
At least I didn't fake it, Hatsa
Guess I didn't make it,
get ready for me, love
Cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march
My heart's a dream, I know
But I know nobody
There's thunder, rain and fire