Lyrics Don't Rain on My Parade - Mireille Mathieu

Don't Rain on My Parade

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 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 Cinderella or the shine 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 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
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