Текст (слова) песни: Diana Ross - Don`t Rain On My Parade
(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)
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 the cloud to rain on my parade
Don`t tell me not to leave 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`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 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 I`m a "comer" I simply gotta march My heart`s a drummer Don`t bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Yes, sir No, sir 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 Though I`m alone I`m 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 I`m a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart`s a drummer Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!
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