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 yo're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
You 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,
Or life's complexion,
The cinder of 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 shebang,
One throw,that bell will go
clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot,one gun shot,and
bam
Hey, Mister Anrstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
You 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!
(Merci à Claire pour cettes paroles)
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