Don't Rain On My Parade (Live) - Barbra Streisand

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putta

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

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 see,

I gotta 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 gun shot and bam!

Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am

I'll march my band out, I 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 "comer"

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Nobody, no nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!