Текст песни Diana Ross - Dont Rain on My Parade
Diana Ross - Dont Rain on My Parade слова песни
(jule styne/bob merrill)Dont tell me not to flyIve simply got toIf someone takes a spillIts me and not youDont bring around the cloud to rain on my paradeDont tell me not to leaveJust sit and putterLifes candy and the suns a ball of butterWho told you youre allowed to rain on my paradeIll march my band outIll beat my drumAnd if Im fanned outYour turn at bat, sirAt least I didnt fake it, hat, sirI guess I didnt make itBut whether Im the rose of sheer perfectionA freckle on the nose of lifes complexionA cinderella or a shine apple of an eyeI gotta fly onceI gotta try onceOnly can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicyJuicy and you seeI gotta have my bite, sirGet ready for me lovecause Im a "comer"I simply gotta marchMy hearts a drummerDont bring around the cloud to rain on my paradeYes, sirNo, sirIm gonna live and live nowGet what I want, I know howAll that the law will allowOne roll for the whole shebangOne throw that bell will go clangThough Im alone Im a gangEye on the target and whamOne shot, one gun shot and bamHey, world, here I am...Get ready for me life, cause Im a "comer"I simply gotta march, my hearts a drummerNobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!