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 a round a cloud
To rain on my para -a-a-a-a0-a-ade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're al lowed
To rain on my-y-y-y pa rade!
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my -y-y-y 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 perfec tion
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's comple xion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
Bm7 Bo
I gotta fly once
A Ao
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Bm7 Bo
Oo, life is juicy
Ao
Juicy, and you'll see
I'm gonna 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 pa ra-a-a-a-a-ade
I'm gon na 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 tar get, and wham
N.
One shot, one gun shot, and bam
N,C.
Hey, Mister A-a-arn stein, he-e-e-re I a-a-a-a am!
I'll march my ba-a-a-a-and out
I will be-e-e-e-eat my drum
And if I'm fa-a-a-a-anned 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 "comer"
Bb Bb-5 Bb
I simply gotta march my heart's a drummer
Cause I know what I don't know
Nobody,
Is gonna rain on my
pa-a-a r-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ade!