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