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 it's eye

I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you'll 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'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

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!