Don't Rain On My Parade sing and play along

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 a cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to live,

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.

rade? 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 on the shiny apple of its eye,

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,

only can die once, right, sir?

Oh, love is juicy, juicy and you see,

I gotta have my bite, sir.

rade.