Текст песни Diana Ross - Don`t Rain On My Parade
Diana Ross - Don`t Rain On My Parade слова песни
(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!