Michael Ball Don't Rain On My Parade
Don't you 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 and 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 a rose of sheer perfection
Or a freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye
Oh, oh I've gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only I can die once, right, sir?
Ooh love is juicy, juicy and you'll see
I'm 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 she'll bang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey everybody, 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
I guess I didn't make it, hat sir
At least I didn't fake it
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
And nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade, parade
