Don't Rain On My Parade Songtext
von Ella Fitzgerald

Thank you
Thank you so much
This a show in New York, on Broadway
Called Funny Girl
And we like to try and do one of his songs
That we′re so crazy about
We hope you liked it

Rain, rain, blown away
Come get in the mothers day
Don't let those rain drops fall
I wanna have fun
Don′t rain in my parade

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
Are something I got to try
My heart′s go flutter
Don′t bring the cloud around
To rain on my parade


Don't tell me not to leave
Just sit and putter
Life′s candy and the sun's
A ball of butter
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
Ops, I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn′t make it

So I maybe the rose
Of sheer perfection
Or freckled on the nose
Of life′s complexion
Or just a simply Cinder
On the apple of these eye

I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Yes, 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 the cloud around
To rain on my parade

Funny live it's like die
All that I give I now how
All that the law will allow
One roll for the whole shebang

One throw, that bell will go clang
Though I′m alone, I'm a gang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam

Hey, hey, hey world
Here I am

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

Yes, love I'm a comer
My heart is a drummer
Believe me, I′m not afraid
'Cause nobody, no, nobody, no
Nobody gonna rain on my parade

Thank you
Thank you