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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 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

A freckle on the nose of life’s complexion

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 «comer»

I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer

Don’t bring around the cloud to rain

on my parade

Get ready for me love, 'cause I’m a «comer»

I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer

Don’t bring around the cloud to rain

on my parade

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