Don't rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter, life's candy and the sun a ball of butter, don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to, if someone takes a spill, is 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 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, of freckle 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? LOVE 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'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 LISTEN WORLD, HERE I AM