Don’t Rain on My Parade - Live at the Forum

[sung]
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 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 oncе
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, lifе 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 world, 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

[spoken]
Thank you
Oh, thank you