Dont Rain on My Parade — текст песни (Diana Ross)

(jule styne/bob merrill)



Dont tell me not to fly

Ive simply got to

If someone takes a spill

Its me and not you

Dont bring around the cloud to rain on my parade



Dont tell me not to leave

Just sit and putter

Lifes candy and the suns a ball of butter

Who told you youre allowed to rain on my parade



Ill march my band out

Ill beat my drum

And if Im fanned out

Your turn at bat, sir

At least I didnt fake it, hat, sir

I guess I didnt make it



But whether Im the rose of sheer perfection

A freckle on the nose of lifes complexion

A cinderella or a shine apple of an 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 Im a "comer"

I simply gotta march

My hearts a drummer

Dont bring around the cloud to rain on my parade



Yes, sir

No, sir

Im 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

Though Im alone Im a gang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot and bam



Hey, world, here I am...

Get ready for me life, cause Im a "comer"

I simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer

Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!