歌词
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,
Oh,Glee can die once,right,sir?
Ooh,love 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,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,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!