Il testo della Dont rain on my parade

Don't rain on my parade
By bob merrill and jules styne
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.
Chorus: 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 a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The cinderella or the shiny apple of it's 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 a cloud to rain on my parade.
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!
Tho' i'm alone i'm a gang! eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, mr. ornstein, here i am!
Chorus
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!