Barbra Streisand - Dont rain on my parade

^ADon't tell me not to live Just sit and putter Life's candy And the sun's a ball of butter ^EDon't bring around th^De cloud to rain on m^Ay parade! ^ADon't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you ^EWho told you you're ^Dallowed to rain on ^Amy parade? ^AI'll march my band out I'll beat my drum And if I'm ^Dfanned out Your turn at ^Bbat, s^F#ir

^AHat ^Esir I guess I didn't make it

^ABut whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexion ^EThe cinder or the s^Dhiny apple of its ^Beye ^AI gotta fly once ^EI gotta try once ^DOne only can die o^Ance Right, sir? Ooh life is juicy ^EJuicy and you see ^DI gotta have my ^Abite, sir ^AGet ready for me love 'Cause I'm a comer I've simply got to march My heart's a drummer! ^EDon't bring around a c^Dloud to rain on my ^Aparade! ^AI'm gonna live And live now ^BmGet what I want I know how ^C#One roll for the Whole shebang ^DmOne roll That bell will go clang ^EbEye on the target And wham! ^EmOne shot One gunshot and bam!

^AHey Mister Arnstein ^DHere ^AI am! ^AI'll march my band out I'll beat my drum And if I'm ^Dfanned out Your turn at ^Bbat, s^F#ir

^AHat ^Esir I guess I didn't make it

^AGet ready for ^Eme l^Aove 'Cause I'm a comer I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody no nobody ^EIs gonna rain on ^Amy ^Eparade