Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
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 A freckle on the nose of life's complexion The cinder or the shiny apple of its 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 One roll for the whole shebang One throw that bell will go clang Eye on the target and wham! One shot, one gun shot and bam Hey Mister, I'm still here, I am!
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
Get ready for me love, cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, no nobody, is gonna rain on my parade
La siguiente letra de canción es una transcripción de la canción original Don't Rain On My Parade (Reprise) de Barbra Streisand realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.
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