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 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 [bad word] 
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 
freckle on the nose of [bad word] 
The Cinderella or the shine apple of its 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 [bad word]  
I simply gotta march, my heart's a [bad word] 
Don't bring around the 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 shebang! 
One throw that bell will go clang, 
Eye on the target and wham, 
One shot, one gun shot and bam! 
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ... 

I'll march my band out, I will beat my [bad word]  
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 
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a [bad word]  
I simply gotta march, my heart's a [bad word] 
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!