Lyrics Don't Rain On My Parade - Barbra Streisand

Don't Rain On My Parade

[At the end of the Baltimore run, Fanny’s train
is leaving to go on to to Chicago, while Nick
must catch the train for New York and then
head to Europe.
Nick tells Fanny he loves
her and she suggests he marry her, but he
wants to have a fortune before he does.
On the spur of the moment, Fanny decides
to leave the tour and follow Nick to New York.
Eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her
out of it.
Ziegfeld tries as well, but Fanny is
intent on following Nick;
she has success in
show business and now she wants a personal
life as well.
Eddie tries to advise her one more
time, «Don't», and she replies:]
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
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, life is juicy
Juicy, and you’ll see
I’m gonna 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 will 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!