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 Don't tell me not to live, just sit and 
 Life's candy and the sun's a ball  butter
 Don't bring  a cloud to rain on my parade
 Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got 
 If someone takes a spill,  me and not you
 Who  you you're allowed to rain on my parade
 I'll march  band out, I'll beat my drum
 And if I'm fanned out, your turn  bat, sir
 At least I didn't fake it, hat, 
 I guess  didn't make it
 But  I'm the rose of sheer perfection
 A freckle on the nose  life's complexion
 The cinder or  shine apple of its eye
 I gotta  once, I gotta try once,
 Only  die once, right, sir?
 Ooh, life  juicy, juicy and you see,
 I gotta have  bite, sir.
 Get ready for  love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
 I simply gotta march, my  a drummer
 Don't bring around  cloud to rain on my parade,
 
 I'm gonna  and live NOW!
 Get what I want, I know 
 One roll for  whole shebang!
 One throw  bell will go clang,
 Eye on the  and wham,
 One shot, one gun  and bam!
 Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am 
 
 I'll march my band out,  will beat my drum,
 And if I'm fanned  your turn at bat, sir,
 At least I didn't fake it,  sir,
 I guess I  make it
 Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm  "comer"
 I  gotta march, my heart's a drummer
 Nobody,  nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!