At the end of the baltimore run, fannys train is leaving to go on to to chicago,
While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe nick tells
Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune
Before he does on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour and
Follow nick to new york eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out
Of it ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she has
Success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well eddie tries
To advise her one more time, don't, and she replies:

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Lifes candy and the suns
A ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly--
Ive simply got to
If someone takes a spill,
Its me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
Ill march my band out,
Ill beat my drum,
And if Im 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 Im the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of lifes complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of it's eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only 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 Im a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My hearts a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

Im 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!
Ill march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if Im 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 Im a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My hearts a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!