Collabro
Lyricist: Bob Merrill & Jule Styne Composer: Bob Merrill & Jule Styne
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 a cloud
To rain on my parade?!
Don't tell me not to live
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 gonna march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
Hey, 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 cinder or the shiny 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 "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
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
Nobody, I said nobody
Nobody had better rain on my parade!