Don’t Rain On My Parade Judy Garland

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've 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
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

Hey, I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir