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 Don't tell  not to live, just sit and putter
 Life's candy  the sun's a ball of butter
 Don't  around a cloud to rain on my parade
 Don't tell me not to fly, I simply  to
 If  takes a spill, it's me and not you
 Who told you  allowed to rain on my parade
  march my band out, I'll beat my drum
 And if I'm fanned out, your turn at  sir
 At least  didn't fake it, hat, sir
 I guess I didn't make 
 But whether I'm the  of sheer perfection
  freckle on the nose of life's complexion
 The cinder  the shine apple of its eye
 I gotta  once, I gotta try once,
 Only can die once,  sir?
 Ooh, life is  juicy and you see,
 I gotta have  bite, sir.
 Get ready  me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
 I simply gotta march, my heart's a 
  bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,
 
 I'm gonna live  live NOW!
 Get what I want, I know 
  roll for the whole shebang!
 One throw that bell  go clang,
 Eye on  target and wham,
 One shot,  gun shot and bam!
 Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here  am ...
 
 I'll march  band out, I will beat my drum,
 And if  fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
 At least I didn't fake  hat, sir,
 I  I didn't make it
 Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm  "comer"
 I simply gotta march, my heart's  drummer
 Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain  my parade!