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 flyI`ve simply got toIf someone takes a spillIt`s me and not youDon`t bring around the cloud to rain on my paradeDon`t tell me not to leaveJust sit and putterLife`s candy and the sun`s a ball of butterWho told you you`re allowed to rain on my paradeI`ll march my band outI`ll beat my drumAnd if I`m fanned outYour turn at bat, sirAt least I didn`t fake it, hat, sirI guess I didn`t make itBut whether I`m the rose of sheer perfectionA freckle on the nose of life`s 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 love`Cause I`m a "comer"I simply gotta marchMy heart`s a drummerDon`t bring around the cloud to rain on my paradeYes, sirNo, sirI`m 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 I`m alone I`m a gangEye on the target and whamOne shot, one gun shot and bamHey, world, here I am...Get ready for me life, `cause I`m a "comer"I simply gotta march, my heart`s a drummerNobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!