Barbra Streisand - Don't Rain On My Parade Lyrics
At the end of the baltimore run, fannys train is leaving to go on to to chicago,While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe. nick tellsFanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortuneBefore he does. on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour andFollow nick to new york. eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her outOf it. ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she hasSuccess in show business and now she wants a personal life as well. eddie triesTo advise her one more time, dont, and she replies:Dont tell me not to live,Just sit and putter,Lifes candy and the sunsA ball of butter.Dont bring around a cloudTo rain on my parade.Dont tell me not to fly--Ive simply got to.If someone takes a spill,Its me and not you.Who told you youre allowedTo rain on my parade!Ill march my band out,Ill beat my drum,And if Im fanned out,Your turn at bat, sir.At least I didnt fake it.Hat, sir, I guess I didnt make it!But whether Im the roseOf sheer perfection,Or freckle on the noseOf lifes complexion,The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,I gotta fly once,I gotta try once,Only can die once, right, sir?Ooh, love is juicy,Juicy, and you seeI gotta have my bite, sir!Get ready for me, love,cause Im a comer,I simply gotta march,My hearts a drummer.Dont bring around a cloudTo rain on my parade!Im gonna live and live now,Get what I want--i know how,One roll for the whole shebang,One throw, that bell will go clang,Eye on the target--and wham--One shot, one gun shot, and bam--Hey, mister arnstein, here I am!Ill march my band out,I will beat my drum,And if Im fanned out,Your turn at bat, sir,At least I didnt fake it.Hat, sir, I guess I didnt make it.Get ready for me, love,cause Im a comer,I simply gotta march,My hearts a drummer.Nobody, no, nobodyIs gonna rain on my parade!
