Don't Rain on My Parade - Bobby Darin

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

I’m gonna march my band out

I’ll beat my drum

And if I’m fanned out

Your turn at bat sir

Hey!

At least I didn’t fake it

Hat sir?

So what 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 or the shin the apple of its eye

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right sir?

Ohh… Love is juicy, juicy and you see

I’ve got to have my bite sir

So get ready for me love cause I’m a comer

I’ve simply got to march my heart’s a drummer

Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right sir?

Ohh… Love is juicy, juicy and you see

I’ve got to have my bite sir

Get ready for me love cause I’m a comin

I’ve simply got to march my heart’s a drummin

Nobody

I said nobody

Nobody — had better rain-on-my-parade…