Don't Rain on My Parade

Don't Rain on My Parade is featured in the fourth episode of Losers.

Lyrics
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 cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir Oh, 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 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 Mister Arnstein, here I am!

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

Get ready for me, love Cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody. No, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade

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