Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter
At the end of the baltimore run, fanny's train is leaving to go on to to chicago,
While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe. nick tells
Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune
Before he does. on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour and
Follow nick to new york. eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out
Of it. ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she has
Success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well. eddie tries
To advise her one more time, "don't", and she replies:
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,
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!
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 will 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!
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 of 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'll 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, 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
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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