Текст песни Supremes, The -  Don`t Rain On My Parade   
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(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!