Текст песни Michael Ball - Don`t Rain On My Parade (Funny Girl)
Michael Ball - Don`t Rain On My Parade (Funny Girl) слова песни
(Bob Merrill/Jule Styne) 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 a freckle on the nose of life`s complexion, The Cinderella or the shinny apple of its eye. I gotta fly once, I gotta try once. Only I 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 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 she`ll bang! One throw, that bell will go clang! Eye on the target and wham! One shot, one gun shot and bam! Hey, everybody, here I am! I`ll march my band out! I`ll beat my drum! And if I`m fanned out, you turn at bat, sir. I guess I didn`t make it. Hat, sir. At least I didn`t fake 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!