Don't tell me not to fly
  I've simply got to
  If someone takes a spill
  It's me and not you
  Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
  
  Don't tell me not to leave
  Just sit and putter
  Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
  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
  A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
  A Cinderella or a shine apple of an 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 the cloud to rain on my parade
  
  Yes, sir
  No, sir
  I'm gonna live and live now
  Get what I want, I know how
  All that the law will allow
  One roll for the whole shebang
  One throw that bell will go clang
  Though I'm alone I'm a gang
  Eye on the target and wham
  One shot, one gun shot and bam
  
  Hey, world, here I am...
  Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a "comer"
  I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
  Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!