Don’t Rain On my ParadeBy Barbra Streisand

Don’t tell me not to liveJust sit and potterLife’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butterDon’t bring around the clouds to rain on my parade

Don’t tell me not to flyI’ve simply got toIf someone takes a spill, it’s me and not youWho told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade

I’ll march my band out, I’ll beat my drumAnd if I’m fanned outDon’t turn your bat sirAt least I didn’t fake, hat sirI guess I didn’t make it

But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfectionThe freckle on the nose of life’s complexionThe cinder or the shiny apple of tis eyeI gotta fly once I gotta try onceOnly can die once, right sir

Oh life is juicy, juicy and you’ll seeI’m gonna have my bite sir