Besedila: Diana Ross. Don't Rain on My Parade.

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
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?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir

And 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

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, Mr. 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 don't, nobody is gonna rain on my parade