Barbra Streisand Lyrics

Album: And Other Instruments

DON'T RAIN ON MY PARADE Lyrics

Don't tell me not to live

just sit and putter,

Life's candy and the sun's 

a ball of butter,

Don't bring around a cloud 

to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to fly,

I've simply got to

If someone takes a spill

It's me and not you.

who told you 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, 

Or 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, love 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 Arnstein, 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. 


Don't rain on my parade!