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III. Don't Rain on My Parade - Barbara Hannigan/Gothenburg Symphony Orchestra/Jule Styne/Bob Merrill
Lyrics by:Bob Merrill
Composed by:Jule Styne
Arranged by:Barbara Hannigan/Bill Elliott
Produced by:Louise Burel/Guido Tichelman
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 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 show bang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot one gun shot and bam
Hey hey hey
Uaah she I at
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