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 cinderella or the shine apple of it's eye

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, life is juicy, juciy 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 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 will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out you turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir

I guess I didn't make it

Get ready for my love, 'cause I'm a "comer"

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer