I´ll march my band out,
I´ll beat my drum,
Guess we didn´t make it,
At least I didn´t fake it.
Don´t tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life´s candy; the sun´s
A ball of butter.
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,
All that the law will allow.
Hey, gorgeous, here we go again.
Well, here it goes, kid,
No lookin´ back,
Stiff upper nose, kid,
Let´s give ´em hell, Brice,
We´ll cry a little later,
Well, Brice, that´s life in the the-a-ter!
Get ready for me, world,
´Cause I´m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart´s a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade.