Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter
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Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
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Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
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Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to
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If someone takes a spill
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It's me and not you
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Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
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CHORUS:
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I'll march my band out
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I'll beat my drum
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And if I'm fanned out
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Your turn at bat sir
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At least I didn't fake it
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Hat sir, I guess I didn't make it
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But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
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Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
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The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
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I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
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Only can die once, right sir?
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Love is juicy, juicy and you see
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I've got to have my bite sir
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Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer
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I've simply got to march my heart's a drummer
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Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
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I'm gonna live and live now
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Get what I want I know how
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One roll for the whole shebang
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One throw that bell will go clang
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Eye on the target and wham
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One shot, one gunshot and bam
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Hey Mr. Arnstein, here I am!
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CHORUS
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Get ready for me love cause I'm a comer
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I've simply got to march my heart's a drummer
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Nobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade
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Don't Rain On My Parade
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| Debbie Gibson |
